G
If it's not those cowboy boots in the summer
Oh my God I pray for another
Em
Chance to drive down back highways
C D
Til I stumble upon your beautiful face
G
Your presence isn't what kills me
It's that artistic gleam
Em
That's taking over my scenery
C (Hold)D
Dream by dream
A
You might think I'm incapable
C
Of loving a soul like yours
A
You might think I'm a fool
C
For you
G
Girl you got style
D
That's what I love about you
Em D
The way that you sit back oh how you sit back
C
And watch this grow
G
You got dreams
D
And therefore I believe in you
Em
All the small town people with their big remarks
C
They ain't got jack to say about my movie star
G
She's got style
G D Em C D x2
Carry on Playing the chords all the way to the end