Lyrics:

I saw you sittin there sippin red wine
Down at Causen Mills
I knew youd probably be outta my league
But I thought, what the hell?
Aw, what the hell?

Five dollars a glass was kickin my butt
But I kept on buyin
I kinda thought you were into me
So I kept on tryin to get them sparks aflyin

In my forty dollar blue jeans, next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
All I had to my name was a big ol truck and a little ol place
I couldnt help but think
I cant afford to love you but I cant afford not to

I asked you if you ever stared up
At the stars from a tailgate
Down by the river with a six pack
You said, No but it sure sounds great

You climbed up in my old truck
Sittin right beside me
I cranked up a country song
And you started smilin
Yeah, this ol boy was stylin

In forty dollar blue jeans, next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
I missed work for three days, kissin on you, didnt get paid
I couldnt help but think
I cant afford to love you but I cant afford not to

We been together ever since that night
Youre still in love with that same old guy
That same old guy

In my forty dollar blue jeans, next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
Yeah, we set a date for next spring
Workin two jobs, pickin out rings
I cant help but think, I cant afford to love you
I cant afford to love you but I cant afford not to
I cant afford not to love on you