He’s My Man lyrics by Priscilla Block
He ain’t the kind to lie and tell ya he can rope the moon
But I know that he’d die trying if I asked him to
And there ain’t nothin’ new about his old Chevrolet
But when I need him, I ain’t gotta ask
It’s foot on the gas, he’s on the way
He’s a little Waylon Jennings on a Friday night
Mess with me, you’re gonna see him fight
He’s a don’t quit ’til the job’s done
If you need a cold beer, bet you he’s got one
He’ll give you that shirt right off his back
The Bible and his mama taught him how to act
To anybody else he’s just a small town, settle down
Nothin’ but a good old boy
But he’s my man
Outside looking in, he seems easy to read
But there’s a let’s just turn out the light
Little look in his eye, only I get to see
He’s good with his hands, and he understands what a woman needs
Ain’t nobody can reel me in quite like he can
He’s a little Waylon Jennings on a Friday night
Mess with me, you’re gonna see him fight
He’s a don’t quit ’til the jobs done
If you need a cold beer, bet you he’s got one
He’ll give you that shirt right off his back
The Bible and his mama taught him how to act
To anybody else, he’s just a small town, settle down
Nothin’ but a good old boy
He ain’t the kind of guy to talk about himself at all
But if you ask me, I could go on and on and on
He’s a little Waylon Jennings on a Friday night
Mess with me, you’re gonna see him fight
He’s a don’t quit ’til the jobs done
They don’t make ’em better, you’ll never find one
He’ll give that shirt right off his back
The Bible and his mama taught him how to act
To anybody else, he’s just a small town, settle down
Nothin’ but a good old boy
But he’s my man
To anybody else, he’s just a small town, settle down
Nothin’ but a good old boy
But he’s my man