She wears turquoise and sterling, if it's her choice it's Merle, I'm wearing
Old fashioned pearl snaps worn years on the ranch
Ahh huh
She likes Dolly and Waylon
She could sing for Union Station, and I'm dressing like Wagoner
Singing like Johnny Cash
Ahh huh
Well, I'm a well-placed rhinestone cowboy
I go well with the fringe round her waist
And the suede on her feet
Yeah, I turn heads at perfs
'Least the pickup men like my shirts
But they say "those sure ain't boot cut jeans"
Ahh no, well now
She's from a town called Siloam Springs
She's southern but no belle
But she sure gets a-ringin' when she gets me in the well
Ahh huh
I'm from the evergreen Pinetrees, I'm leather worn well
Well, the church folk don't like me I'm a sinner from hell
Whoa no
Well, I'm a well-placed rhinestone cowboy
I go well with the fringe round her waist
And the suede on her feet
Yeah, I turn heads at perfs
'Least the pickup men like my shirts
But they say "those sure ain't boot cut jeans"
Well no, well no
She's got a voice that'll burn in your blood
Like the poison of a scorpion
Well I'm a well-placed rhinestone cowboy
I go well with the fringe round her waist
And the suede on her feet
Yeah, I turn heads at perfs
Least the pickup men like my shirts
But they say "those sure ain't boot cut jeans"
Well now
Ohh no