Verse 1:

I'm not the sort to fall easily in love

They are few and far between that catch my eye

But when she walked up with that smile and "howdy do"

My tongue tied knots I didn't know that it could tie

She's gorgeous, pragmatic, industrious and kind

She down-right radiates agrarian allure

If there was a contest for winsome country class

There'd be a bright blue ribbon headed straight to her

Prechorus:

Blonde, freckled, and green-eyed

My heart is hogtied

That twang is knockin' me out

Take me on down to your farm, girl

Turn on your charm, girl

That countrified charisma is what I am all about

Chorus:

My, oh, my, yeah she's a down home southern saint

She tells it like it is and won't go sayin' things that ain't

Sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare

And I won't ever want no other, I do declare

There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere

Verse 2:

She's not afraid of a little sweat and mud

She's got my heart beating a steady pitter pat

No fuss, no pretense, and nary a complaint

I swear she hides a halo 'neath that stetson hat

Caring, devoted, and level-headed, and

Good lord, her baking is a gift from the divine

Oh tell me that she feels the same way that I do

I'll be her sugarcube; she'll be my valentine