She comes from silver spoons golden rules private school Never miss Sunday church And I come blue-collar low-dollar Out here where concrete meets old red dirt don't know what happened But it sure add up on paper when close my eyes late at nigth You can bet thank Maker keeps loving me Loves the way am She's not just along for ride biggest fan Lord it's a little piece of heaven When we lay down keep wondering why got wicked smile angel Every guy wanting to hold her as pretty sin Like Sun sinking On California coast Oh I oh Don't long she lets I'll take wherever Wants