"Boots, Jeans, & Jesus" lyrics

I got barstool confession
Bout to do a bad thing bout to fall from heaven
Got a screw loose I reckon
Cuz I never can seem to learn my lesson
Damn he's my every guilty pleasure
Tattoos buckles and leather
That Stetson looking weathered
I'm dancing with temptation
Might a little saving
But Sunday service ain't for two days

And that boy's trouble
Hell he's got me shooting doubles
And it ain't even hit midnight
(God help me)
I'm cowboy crazy
Picking petals off a daisy
Thinking things that ain't lady like
(God help me)
Oh I'm hanging on a prayer
Don't let me go there
Cuz the only thing between us
Is boots, jeans, and Jesus

I'm making whiskey decisions
I should never start a drink that I know I can't finish
(Oh lord)
Just take me to the chapel
Don't let me bite the apple
Don't let me climb back in that saddle
Cuz

That boy's trouble
Hell he's got me shooting doubles
And it ain't even hit midnight
(God help me)
I'm cowboy crazy
Picking petals off a daisy
Thinking things that ain't lady like
(God help me)
Oh I'm hanging on a prayer
Don't let me go there
Cuz the only thing between us
Is boots, jeans, and Jesus

(Aw hell)
It's like
Girl get a grip
Cuz when we get
When we get close like this
No it ain't never
Just one more kiss
When we get
When we get
Close like this
Here I go again

And that boy's trouble
Hell he's got me shooting doubles
And it ain't even hit midnight
(God help me)
I'm cowboy crazy
Picking petals off a daisy
Thinking things that ain't lady like
(God help me)
Oh I'm hanging on a prayer
Don't let me go there
Cuz the only thing between us
Is boots, jeans, and Jesus

(Aw hell)
(C'mon boy)
(God help me)