Jeans And Good Leather
(Terry Smith)
White shirts and neckties
The way that my check flies
Are part of what's wrong with my soul
Risin' expenses and all kind of fences
Keep me from where I'd like to go
Work complications and stiff conversations
They sometimes drive me up the wall
Make me want ta holler to hell with this collar
Walk out and just chunk it all
CHORUS
What I need is denims and a place to get in 'em
And walk over Gods open land
And boots of good leather I'd wander wherever
I found the beauty from his mighty hands
Lots of wide-open spaces and quite simple places
Tells me it's pack up and go time
Cause in jeans and good leather
Son I could be better in no time
I gaze in the mirror and press my face nearer
To check out the lines one by one
Round eyes that were brighter
On cheeks growin' lighter
That were once so brown from the sun
As I spend starin' I find myself darein'
The image that's lookin'aa at me
To throw off the fetter and seek somethin' better
A life that's simple and free
CHORUS
Cause in jeans and good leather
Son I could be better in no time
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