My old blue jeans feel as fine and fit my simple life just right
But they start to fade next to your champagne by candle light
Here we are together tell me how can this be
What's a high heel girl like you do here with a worn out shoe like me

What's a high heel girl like you do with a worn out shoe like me
That I like the down home fiddle tune while you like a symphony
They turn their heads when we walk by I'd anything but pedigree
What's a high heel girl like you do here with a worn out shoe like me

My old pickup runs as fine it gets me there and back
But it looks a little ragged next to your new Cadillac
Now this is really something I thought I'd never see
What's a high heel girl like you do here with a worn out shoe like me

What's a high heel girl like you do here...