You’re my woman
You’re my soul
You’re my little bit of, rock and roll
You’re my woman
And you get me high
You’re my kickass boots
And my Southern roots
And you’re mine
You’re my sour mash
You’re my rye
You’re the one that taught me, how to fly
You’re my woman
And you get me high
You’re my Southern drawl
Along the Memphis crawl
And you’re mine
You’re my engine
You’re my train
You’re the spotlight, and the fame
You’re my woman
And you get me high
You’re the life on the road
And the hobo code
And you’re mine
You’re my Delta
Home of the blues
You’re the spats, there on my shoes
You’re my woman
And you get me high
You’re the jukejoint sound
While getting it down
And you’re mine
You’re the thrill
You’re the gamble
You’re the dancers at the, Midnight Ramble
You’re my woman
And you get me high
You’re the Medicine Show
That’s touch and go
And you’re mine
You’re my axe
My guitar
You’re the rider, at the bar
You’re my woman
And you get me high
You’re the band on before
And the guy on the door
And you’re mine
You’re the tour
And the bus
You’re that dealer that’s, a little bit suss
You’re my woman
And you get me high
You’re the lick that kills
After popping those pills
And you’re mine
You’re the contract
My A and R
You’re the one that tells me, we’ll go far
You’re my woman
And you got me high
Now I’m a burnt out shell
And starting to smell
But you’re mine
You’re Rock ‘n Roll
I’m your bitch
You’re the scratch that, I can’t itch
You’re my woman
And you get me high
You’re life in bars
And sleeping in cars
But you’re mine.