Ain’t The Denim Lyrics by Paul Cauthen
Devil’s wearing Prada
Angel’s wearing Wranglers
Make an old boy holler, “Woo!”
and thank the Maker for that
Lone star falling
Born to stop all of the
traffic in a one-horse town
Ain’t that denim lightnin’
Striking when she walks in
Ain’t that denim right
when your right hand’s in that pocket
But it ain’t the cut or how she fits ’em,
Ain’t that blue jean golden stitchin’
Getting that honky tonk attention
Ain’t the denim, ain’t the denim
It’s what’s in ’em
Ain’t that denim it’s her cool
When she’s sliding ‘cross the floor
It’s the wild up in her blues
that gets you wishing for
Little tango in her two step
on a Tejas Friday night
ain’t nobody knock it
‘cause can’t no one deny
Ow ow!
Ain’t that denim lightning
Striking when she walks in
Ain’t that denim right
when your right hand’s in that pocket
But it ain’t the cut or how she fits ’em,
Ain’t that blue jean golden stitching
Getting that honky tonk attention
Ain’t the denim, ain’t the denim
It’s what’s in ’em
Devil’s wearing Prada
Angel’s wearing Wranglers
Make an old boy holler, “Woo!”
Ain’t that denim lightning
Striking when she walks in
Ain’t that denim right
when your right hand’s in that pocket
But it ain’t the cut or how she fits ’em,
Ain’t that blue jean golden stitching
Getting that honky tonk attention
Ain’t that denim, ain’t that denim
It’s what’s in ’em
