The Story Behind the Song: Everything That I Love Best

I guess my idea of "the perfect woman" is a little different from the officially approved version.
Back when guys had pin-ups of Marilyn Monroe-types, mine was Katherine Hepburn.
Integrity.
Strength.
Courage.
In my book, those are the things that make a woman attractive.
They're qualities I respect in anyone, and it's as rare to find them in a woman as in a man.

I don't care much for hand-wringing weaklings or air-headed estrogen blobs.
"Cute" is a dime-a-dozen and the trouble with "pretty" girls is that they seem to think that's all they have to do in the world.
That's their big contribution.
They think being "pretty" entitles them to whatever they happen to want, without actually DOING anything to deserve it, without having to earn it, without having to work and sweat for it like everybody else.
Just smile, show a little cleavage and bat your eyelashes.
And, sadly, a lot of the time they're right.
I've seen too often the "pretty" girl get fawned over for doing NOTHING, while the "plain" girl works her butt off and gets no appreciation at all.

Ticks me off in a big way. Maybe you can tell.
I'll take brains and heart over "tits & ass, " anytime.

sj



Everything That I Love Best

She don’t giggle when she talks; she don’t wiggle when she walks;
She’s got a grip like steel and the eye of a hawk.
She don’t wear mascara, spike heels or clothes too tight;
She’s a header, she’s a healer; she’s hell in a fight.
She’s my kind of woman – you can have the rest
Damn, that girl’s everything that I love best!

She don’t pluck her eyebrows or shave her legs,
She knows what she wants but she never begs.
She wears a beat-up Stetson, baggy cowboy jeans.
She means what she says and she says what she means.
Got a chip on her shoulder – tattoos on her chest
Damn, that girl’s everything that I love best!

I’d like to tell her all the things she makes me feel
I’ve dreamed her so long it’s hard to believe she’s really real…

She’s cool in the saddle, she’s a bareback fool.
You wanna play a little poker, she’ll take you right to school.
She takes her whiskey straight and her coffee black;
If she ever gives her word, she never takes it back.
She’s a little like me and by now you’ve guessed,
Damn, that girl’s everything that I love best!

The first time I saw her I knew, like me, she was one of a kind.
Couldn’t help but thinkin’ what a pair we’d make and wouldn’t that be fine?

Now I been jerked around, I been down on my luck;
I lost my job, my dog, my mind and my truck.
I been tossed by bulls and I been stomped by broncs,
I been kicked out of all the better honky tonks,
But I still consider myself truly blessed ‘cause
Damn, I seem to be the thing that she loves best!

(spoken) – That is, except for her pony.
But you know I wouldn’t have that any other way…



Listen to the song here.