Little Lady

She walked straight up to me in the parking lot

Said, "Baby, let me see the ring." She cried

"Oh my Lord, that's a son of a rock

He didn't hold back on the bling." You're his little lady now

Honey, you can settle down

And quit that music thing

You really got it cooking

Your cowboy's so good-looking

She talked herself to death

And when she finally took a breath

I said, "Lady, you know I own that Chevy

And I put the gas in the tank

I drive it right downtown

Cash the checks at my own bank

A man like mine spends his time on a woman full grown

I ain't nobody's little lady, but my own." You shoulda

Seen the look on her face when I put her in her place

Lord, I rang her southern bell

They still talk about it down at the Methodist church

Some of them think I'm going to hell

But you can ask my sister

I was real tender with her

Don't care about the story they tell

But that woman, she don't know me

She shouldn't come up on me

I'm a whole lot of my mama and she don't put up with drama

Not to be dramatic, but I own that

Dooley and I put the gas in the tank

I drive it right downtown

Cash the checks at my own bank

A man like mine spends his time on a woman full grown

I ain't nobody's little lady, but my own

Crazy Pam don't mess with me no more

No she don't

Let me tell ya

I'm your huckleberry if it's a fight you're looking for

So don't crank my Dooley 'cause I put the gas in the tank

And they know me downtown, hon, 'cause I put the cash in the bank

A man like mine spends his time on a woman full grown

I ain't nobody's little lady, but my own

You know a man like mine spends his time on a woman full grown

I ain't nobody's little lady, but my own

I've known Pam since the seventh grade, she needs to shut her mouth