[Verse 1]
I bet it's Texas, the way he's walking
Tall drink of water and a ten gallon hat
Faded ring on his pocket
Can't mind my business when he's looking like that
Boy, they still make 'em just like they used to
He got the manners of a Southern Baptist saint
He got a wrench, I got a screw loose
He got me bucking right out the starting gate

[Chorus]
Lord, if I can't have him
I'll get on my knees and pray
God, give me a man that just gets better with age
Like George fucking Strait

[Verse 2]
[?] honest, how I pick 'em
It's in my roots that I want him in bed
Tie me up, I got a problem
And I know just the kinda lasso he can use

[Chorus]
Lord, if I can't have him
I'll get on my knees and pray
God, give me a man that just gets better with age
I've loved a lot of cowboys in my daddy issue phase
God, give me a man that just gets better with age
Like George fucking Strait
[Chorus]
Lord, if I can't have him
I'll get on my knees and pray
God, give me a man that just gets better with age
I've loved a lot of cowboys in my daddy issue phase
God, give me a man that just gets better with age
Like George fucking Strait