There’s a hometown honey in a dress of blue
Molded to your body from your head to your shoes
Women are many but lovers are few
Well I could’ve been your lover too

She’s sweet as the sound of an old fiddle tune
Willin’ as the sun in the month of June
Here I am staring like the unabashed moon
Well I could’ve been your lover too

The fastest horse is already racing
The prettiest pie is already baking
A man in love ain’t mine for the taking
But if he comes my way lord I’m,
Gonna shake him

I’m chewin’ my lips and counting my steps
Imagining your weight upon my breast
Women are many but lovers are few
Well I could’ve been your lover too

I’m watching your back for the hint of a sign
But you stand up straight and you hold the line
I never had the right to feel the way I do
But I could’ve been your lover too

The fastest horse is already racing
The prettiest pie is already baking
A man in love ain’t mine for the taking
But if he comes my way lord I’m,
Gonna shake him

There’s a hometown honey in a dress of blue
Molded to your body from your head to your shoes
Women are many but lovers are few
Well I could’ve been your lover too