I saw you sittin there sippin red wine
Down at Cozumel's
I knew you'd probably be out of my league
But I thought, what the hell
Aw, what the hell
Five dollars a glass was kickin my butt
But I kept on buying
I kinda thought you were into me
So I kept on tryin
To get them sparks a flyin

In my $40 blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
All I had to my name
Was a big ol truck and a little old place
I couldn't help but think
I can't afford to love you
But I cant afford not to

I asked you if you'd ever stared up at the stars
From a tailgate
Down by the river with a 6-pack
You said "no, but sure sounds great"
You climbed up in my ol truck
Sittin right beside me
I cranked up a country song
And you started smilin
Yeah this ol boy was stylin

Chorus

We've been together ever since that night
You're stil in love with that same ol guy
That same ol guy
Woo guy

In my $40 blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
Yeah we set a date for next spring
Working two jobs, pickin out rings
I cant help but think
I cant afford to love you
But I cant afford not to

repeat
woohooohoo