I climbed off that rusty farm hog Covered head to boot with dirt I rinsed off quick in a swimming hole Throw me on a clean shirt 'Cause I know my baby's sittin' there waiting Rockin' on a porch swing And she ain't clueless She knows what she's doin' and how it gets to me When she puts on them jeans, climbs up in my truck She kicks up her bare feet, and I'm sweatin' bullets son It's almost blinding, but my eyes ain't minding She's the best thing this back road boy has ever seen When she puts on them jeans Sittin' in the back pue, listening to the preacher talk Preachin' 'bout be thankful, Lord, I'm sure thankin' God She's got me in a mess with that sundress Yeah, my baby, she's on fire We were late for the sermon The hymns we never heard, but later on hits the choir When she puts on them jeans, climbs up in my truck She kicks up her bare feet and I'm sweatin' bullets son It's almost blinding, but my eyes ain't minding She's the best thing this back road boy has ever seen When she puts on them jeans, yeah ♪ When she puts on them jeans, climbs up in my truck She kicks up her bare feet, and I'm sweatin' bullets son It's blinding, but my eyes ain't minding She's the best thing this back road boy has ever seen When she puts on them jeans When she puts on them jeans Son