I love an old country boy with blue eyes
Who drives a white pickup truck
He is filled with life and vigor
Virile as a young buck

A rascal full of wit and charm
With slice of life stories that will disarm

A man of many talents he is
Even though he doesn’t think so
But I know better
For his gifts has no plateau

He can play the piano
And paint a picture or two
He knows how to sniff out stories
And write them anew

I love this man you see, yes I do
But you know what? He loves me, too!