High Tone Woman - George Strait

I been watchin’you watchin’her watchin’herself in the mirror,

In her tailor-made dress an’her long blonde hair,

An’her big diamond rings: her custom-made shoes.

And I can by the look on your face that you’re makin’your move,

But she hasn’t got time for a man who’s tongue-tied.

An’she doesn’t like cowboys an’thinks less of fools.

So, boy, don’t you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.

She’ll cut up your heart like an’old credit card,

When the fun and the money runs out.

I’ve never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,

High-tone woman sink as low as you.

Instrumental break.

Hey, I’m on your side;

don’t go gettin’me wrong, now:

You’re not a bad fellow at all.

But you’re out of her league so stay in the bleachers:

Son, you couldn’t please her if you had it all.

So, boy, don’t you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.

She’ll cut up your heart like an’old credit card,

When the fun and the money runs out.

You’re a fool if you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.

(I seen her.)

I’ve seen her cut up a heart like an’old credit card,

When the fun and the money runs out.

I’ve never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,

High-tone woman sink as low as you.

Oh no, I’ve never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,

High-tone woman sink as low as you.