Flat Footin' Girl

There’s a flat footin’ girl pickin’ flowers
Long hair is blowing in the breeze
She’s hot and I’m not but I ought to take a shot
‘Cause she’s the flat footin’ girl for me

She walks down to the bank of the river
And lies under some cottonwood trees
I walk up to her, say hello, I want you to know
You’re the flat footin’ girl for me

Oh girl
You know what they say about ones like you
If she’s got flowers in her hair then you know she’s to good to be true
But I know
There’s gotta be somethin’ wrong ‘bout what there sayin’
‘Cause them flat footin’ feet won’t quit till the band stops playin’

So I play her a song on my guitar
She stands and starts dancing with her feet
Her feet were flyin’, I ain’t lyin’, and there ain’t no denyin’
She’s the flat footin’ girl for me

We sat and threw our lines into the water
Thrown many back but you’ll I’ll keep
Cause your cool like a jewel and I ain’t no fool
You’re the flat footin’ girl for me

Oh girl
You know what they say about ones like you
If she’s got flowers in her hair then you know she’s to good to be true
But I know
There’s gotta be somethin’ wrong bout what there sayin’
Cause them flat footin’ feet won’t quit till the band stops playin’