Jeans And Good Leather

White shirts and neckties the way that my check flies



Are part of what's wrong with my soul



Risin' expenses and all kinds of fences keep me from where I'd like to go



Work complications and stiff conversations they sometimes

drive me up the wall



Make me want to holler to hell with this collar walk

out and just chunk it all



What I need is denims and a place to get in 'em and

walk over Gods open land



And boots of good leather I'd wander wherever



I found the beauty from his mighty hands



Lots of wide open spaces and quite simple places tells

me it's pack up and go time



Cause in jeans and good leather son I could be better in no time



I gaze in the mirror and press my face nearer to check

out the lines one by one



Round eyes that were brighter on cheeks growin' lighter



That were once so brown from the sun



As I spend starin' I find myself darein' the image that's looking at me



To throw off the fetter and seek somethin' better a

life that's simple and free



What I need is denims...



Cause in jeans and good leather son I could be better in no time