World War Booty

She walk in the bar whole room go mute that then I'm hanging like it's breaking up had till just a tad barked in the pouring drinks with the jaw still slacked that thing back there got his own zip code stop sign curve on a two-lane road if looks could kill we be done for sure that backside looking like it started a war got farm boys beefing in the parking lot corner tank gas but they still throw shots you talk weapons of mass distraction please she got two of them walking in the wrangler jingles cuz that world war boot it started fighting the truth make Black brains wave, why best? Trouble had a shape, it looked like you. World war booty and them faded blues. She walked past me like a slow-mo scene. Country boy staring like a broke TV screen. My buddy Elbow said, son, don't stare. I said, bro, there's history right there. That back rope bounce, cuz traffic jams turn quiet. Men in the home of beer plants, she bend down once. Jukebox skip, even though Hank's song lost his grip. Generals talk about lines in the sand, but the curve draw lines across the whole damn land. She can start a fight, then heal it with a kiss One back pocket hug from a body like this Does that World War booty start a fight? And the truths make a strong man waitin' Like a cowboy loose One little sway in the peacetalks fall Hope already to risk it all, yeah Yeah, that World War booty lot of fumes in my chest Heart race, black brains, wave by vest The trouble had to shape it look like you World War booty in the face She don't even know she's starting these wars Just dancing in her boots on that worn-out floor If love's the battle and she's the prize I'll raise my hands and surrender tonight Yeah, that world war booties start to fight And the truth's make a front-row sing Cut a little bit loose One little sway and a peace talks fall Hope already to risk it all, yeah Goes wild on the water