[Verse 1] My woman’s just fine, Drinkin’ whiskey and a beer on a Saturday night. In a pair of jeans that fit her just right, And the jukebox up high. I was raised in the shadow of a big oak tree, And that’s home to me. Homemade jam and apple pie, And the best damn wine from an old peach tree. ⸻ [Chorus] My woman’s just fine, Drinkin’ whiskey and a beer on a Saturday night. In a pair of jeans that fit her just right, And the jukebox up high. I’ve seen a full moon on the rise, Looked in my girls baby blue eyes, And found my little piece of paradise, Right there by her side. ⸻ [Verse 2] All the little things mean more in life, Not a big car, or a trophy wife. Those are just dollar signs, And a burden to bear. Now that I know, and if ya wanna see, Come have a drink and raise a glass with me. ⸻ [Chorus] My woman’s just fine, Drinkin’ whiskey and a beer on a Saturday night. In a pair of jeans that fit her just right, And the jukebox up high. I’ve seen a full moon on the rise, Looked in my girls baby blue eyes, And found my little piece of paradise, Right there by her side. ⸻ [Bridge] I bow my head and thank the Lord above, For the strength and the grace of a woman’s love. To the ones still with us, holding the line, Raising up kids to be gentle and kind. Yeah, they’re the ones we’re proud of most, So raise 'em up high, let's make a toast. ⸻ [Final Chorus] My woman’s just fine, Drinkin’ whiskey and a beer on a Saturday night. In a pair of jeans that fit her just right, And the jukebox up high. I’ve seen a full moon on the rise, Looked in my girls baby blue eyes, And found my little piece of paradise, Right there by her side. ⸻ [Outro] (Steel guitar rings out… acoustic guitar fades… one last Telecaster lick… studio fade to silence.)
