I saw you sittin there sippin red wine
Down at Cozumel's
I knew you'd probably be out of my league

But I thought, what the hell
Aw, what the hell
Five dollars a glass was kickin my butt

But I kept on buying
I kinda thought you were into me
So I kept on tryin

To get them sparks a flyin

In my $40 blue jeans

Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
All I had to my name

Was a big ol truck and a little old place
I couldn't help but think
I can't afford to love you

But I cant afford not to

I asked you if you'd ever stared up at the stars

From a tailgate
Down by the river with a 6-pack
You said "no, but sure sounds great"

You climbed up in my ol truck
Sittin right beside me
I cranked up a country song

And you started smilin
Yeah this ol boy was stylin


Chorus

We've been together ever since that night

You're stil in love with that same ol guy
That same ol guy
Woo guy


In my $40 blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen

Used to the finer things
Yeah we set a date for next spring
Working two jobs, pickin out rings

I cant help but think
I cant afford to love you
But I cant afford not to


repeat
woohooohoo