Sorry, Jolene

I've been listening to the jukebox, and it's getting kind of sad
Those radio fellas must be driving themselves completely mad
They're crying in their whiskey over women they can't tame
Man, those boys would drop their beers if they just heard your name

Well, that copper-haired flirt could steal any man, it's true
But she wouldn't last five minutes trying to pull that stunt on you
My heart is locked up tight, babe, she'd just waste her breath
You'd look at her, she'd run away, and scare that girl to death

That guy fled to Tennessee 'cause dimple owns his past
And a cowboy got so tangled up, Delilah ran too fast
So tell those radio fellas I'm your number one fan
'Cause nothing turns me on, just to be your man

I don't own a double-wide trailer, but you'll always be my queen
Keeping up that lifestyle looks a bit financially lean
Meanwhile you split a basket meal and call that eatin' fine
Girl, your taste in frozen pizza oughta be a country line

That giddy up, oom poppa, oom poppa, mow mow
Sounds like a man who just let his whole world go
If our dirty laundry made the radio somehow
It'd just be me apologizin' for forgettin' towels

That guy fled to Tennessee 'cause dimple owns his past
And a cowboy got so tangled up, Delilah ran too fast
So tell those radio fellas I'm your number one fan
'Cause nothing turns me on, just to be your man

That guy could handle Bobby jo and Betty lou but he'd still lose his mind on you
And the man crying, drinkin' cab in a solo, would cry whole rivers just to hold you
'Cause one look from you in sweatpants and their brains just would depart
You casually stroll by and short-circuit every heart

That guy fled to Tennessee 'cause dimple owns his past
And a cowboy got so tangled up, Delilah ran too fast
So tell those radio fellas I'm your number one fan
'Cause, you know, yeah, I'm a rebel, but a sensitive man