Lyrics Walker Hayes – Pants
Text:
Well, I’ve been a strong-willed son of a gun
Ever since I was suckin’ my thumb
But push came to shove
When I fell in love with my baby
Yeah, my baby
Well, you could say she’s over bearin’
In fact, she picked out the clothes that I’m wearin’
And I can’t go fishin’
Without her permission, but I ain’t complainin’
We got an arrangement
She can wear the pants, she can run the show
She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones
She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler
She can wear the pants as long as I can take ’em off her
Long as I can take ’em off her
She calls the shots, gives the orders, makes the plans
That woman’s wish is my command
Yeah, I’m telling you
I’ve got more honey-do’s than a fruit truck on 40
But I’ll get ’em done shortly
She can wear the pants, she can run the show
She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones
She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler
She can wear the pants as long as I can take ’em off her
Well, she can push me around
But when the sun goes down
Look out, there’s a new sheriff in town
Well, I get a whole lot of flak from the fellas
But I reckon that they’re just jealous
She can wear the pants, she can run the show
She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler
She can wear the pants as long as I can take ’em off her
Long as I can take ’em off her
Yeah, long as I can take ’em off her
Long as I can take ’em off her
