I saw you sittin' there sippin' red wine
Down at Causen Mills
I knew you'd 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 a'flyin'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 couldn't help but think
I can't afford to love you but I can't afford not toI 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 greatYou 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, didn't get paid
I couldn't help but think
I can't afford to love you but I can't afford not toWe been together ever since that night
You're still in love with that same old guy
That same old guyIn 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 can't help but think, I can't afford to love you
I can't afford to love you but I can't afford not to
I can't afford not to love on you