She wears turquoise and sterling If it's her choice it's Merle I'm wearing old fashioned pearl snaps Worn years on the ranch Ahh huh She likes Dolly and Waylon She could sing for Union Station And I'm dressing like Wagoner Singing like Johnny Cash Ahh huh Well, I'm a well-placed rhinestone cowboy I go well with the fringe round her waist And the suede on her feet Yeah, I turn heads at 'perfs' 'Least the pickup men like my shirts But they say "those sure ain't boot cut jeans" Ahh no Well now She's from a town called Siloam Springs She's southern but no belle But she sure gets a-ringin' when she gets me in the well Ahh huh I'm from the evergreen Pinetrees I'm leather worn well Well, the church folk don't like me I'm a sinner from hell Whoa no But I'm a well-placed rhinestone cowboy I go well with the fringe round her waist And the suede on her feet Yeah, I turn heads at 'perfs' 'Least the pickup men like my shirts But they say "those sure ain't boot cut jeans" Well no Well no She's got a voice that'll burn in your blood Like the poison of a scorpion Well I'm a well-placed rhinestone cowboy I go well with the fringe round her waist And the suede on her feet Yeah, I turn heads at 'perfs' 'Least the pickup men like my shirts But they say "those sure ain't boot cut jeans" Well now Ohh no