Boots, Flowers, and Dirt Roads

We first met down at the market square

You were gathering goods with the breeze in your hair

And I was buying wood to fix up the floor

But I saw you and knew I wanted something more

I walked on over to my rusty truck bed Pulled a bunch

of wild roses, golden and red Now you're getting some mud on

those leather boots

Digging deep down to find your country roots

You might have started out a city girl

But now you're the queen of my country world

Yeah, you are (mmmmm)

We started going out,

walking hand in hand

I showed you the beauty of this quiet land

Now you're learning how to tend to the stalls

And helping with the animals when duty calls

Out under the sky,

working side by side With a brand new spirit and a rustic

pride

Now you're getting some mud on those leather boots

Digging deep down to find your country roots

You might have started out a city girl But now you're the

queen of my country world

(yeah, my country world)

Just you and me and

the wide open space With a little bit of dirt and a

lot of grace

My beautiful country girl (mmmmm)