theres a hometown honey in a dress of blue molded to your body from your head to your shoes women are many but lovers are few well i couldve been your lover too shes sweet as the sound of an old fiddle tune willin as the sun in the month of june here i am staring like the unabashed moon well i couldve been your lover too the fastest horse is already racing the prettiest pie is already baking a man in love aint mine for the taking but if he comes my way lord im gonna shake him im chewin my lips and counting my steps imagining your weight upon my breast women are many but lovers are few well i couldve been your lover too im watching your back for the hint of a sign but you stand up straight and you hold the line i never had the right to feel the way i do but i couldve been your lover too the fastest horse is already racing the prettiest pie is already baking a man in love aint mine for the taking but if he comes my way lord im gonna shake him  theres a hometown honey in a dress of blue molded to your body from your head to your shoes women are many but lovers are few well i couldve been your lover too