Stand Back Boys I'm Fixing to Care

The desert rose cantina in Phoenix AZ Can be a lonely ol’ place for a singer like me Pretty peroxide blonde sitting close to the stage Thirty-six, twenty-four and a third of my age She’s looking at this cowboy with a sexy stare Stand back boys I’m fixing to care Stand back boys I’m fixing to care

She sucks on a longneck and licks her lips Eats a handful of cherries and shakes her hips She turns around and shows me her zebra thong She yells out that the Dirty South is her favorite song I want some honey like a grizzly bear Stand back boys I’m fixing to care Stand back boys I’m fixing to care

She smokes a Camel 100 and tosses her hair

She looks about as juicy as a Bartlett pear

I want to lay on her like a La-Z-Boy Chair

Stand back boys I’m fixing to care Stand back boys I’m fixing to care