Lyrics:

White shirts and neckties the way that my check flies

Are part of what's wrong with my soul

Risin' expenses and all kinds of fences keep me from where I'd like to go

Work complications and stiff conversations they sometimes drive me up the wall

Make me want to holler to hell with this collar walk out and just chunk it all

What I need is denims and a place to get in 'em and walk over Gods open land

And boots of good leather I'd wander wherever

I found the beauty from his mighty hands

Lots of wide open spaces and quite simple places tells me it's pack up and go time

Cause in jeans and good leather son I could be better in no time



I gaze in the mirror and press my face nearer to check out the lines one by one

Round eyes that were brighter on cheeks growin' lighter

That were once so brown from the sun

As I spend starin' I find myself darein' the image that's looking at me

To throw off the fetter and seek somethin' better a life that's simple and free

What I need is denims...

Cause in jeans and good leather son I could be better in no time