[Verse 1 - 72 BPM, slow burn] She walks in, white-washed, frizzled cut-offs, black leather boots Pool cue stops mid-strike, somebody trips over the pool table Whiskey pours wrong, fight brews in the corner booth Every head in this whole bar turns, but she don't even notice  'Cause she's got those white cutoffs and a dangerous smile The kind that starts a bar fight from a quarter mile But she ain't lookin' at the cowboys lined up for a dance She's got eyes only for that old trucker man And that W900 waitin' in the gravel lot Chrome shinin', diesel hummin', ready to roll She's the reason they all stare, he's the reason she won't White cutoffs and a W900 stole my heart whole[Chorus] [Verse 2] She could have any number on a napkin in this town But she waits on that last stool where the old man drinks his coffee black He's got a million miles in his eyes and a gentle way of settlin' down The chaos when she walks in, yeah, he just smiles and brings her back [Chorus - bigger, pedal steel cry] White cutoffs and a dangerous smile The kind that makes a bouncer forget to check ID for a while But she don't want the neon, she don't want the noise She just wants that open road with her old boy And that W900 waitin' in the gravel lot Like a chariot for an angel that the bar forgot She's the reason they all fight, he's the reason she don't White cutoffs and a W900, that's true love don't you know [Bridge - strip it to acoustic + steel] It ain't the boots, it ain't the jeans, it ain't the truck It's a woman who knows what she wants and what she wants is love Not the loudest talker, but the steadiest hand In a world full of boys, she found her man [Final Chorus - Slow dance, half-time] So let 'em trip over the pool table, let 'em talk all night She'll be ridin' shotgun 'neath those amber lights W900 rollin' on down that two-lane road White cutoffs up on that dash, heaven knows She only got eyes for that old trucker and his W900
