Devil's wearing Prada

Angel's wearing Wranglers

Make an old boy holler, woo

And thank the Maker for that

Lone Star falling

Born to stop all of the

Traffic in a one-horse town

Ain't that denim lightning

Striking when she walks in?

Ain't that denim right when

Your right hand's in that pocket?

But it ain't the cut or how she fits 'em

Ain't that blue jean golden stitching

Getting that honky tonk attention

Ain't the denim, ain't the denim

It's what's in 'em

Ain't that denim, it's her cool

When she's sliding 'cross the floor

It's the wild up in her blues

That gets you wishing for

Little tango in her two-step

On a Tejas Friday night

Ain't nobody knock it

'Cause can't no one deny

Ow-ow

Ain't that denim lightning

Striking when she walks in?

Ain't that denim right when

Your right hand's in that pocket?

But it ain't the cut or how she fits 'em

Ain't that blue jean golden stitching

Getting that honky tonk attention

Ain't the denim, ain't the denim

It's what's in 'em

Devil's wearing Prada

Angel's wearing Wranglers

Make an old boy holler, woo

Ain't that denim lightning

Striking when she walks in?

Ain't that denim right when

Your right hand's in that pocket?

But it ain't the cut or how she fits 'em

Ain't that blue jean golden stitching

Getting that honky tonk attention

Ain't the denim, ain't the denim

It's what's in 'em