He was a Mennonite, came from Mexico
Went to work for his uncle out in Weslaco
He's building trailers, hell, he could build anything
Out of metal and fix any machine
Well praise be to Jesus and glory in accord
But when you're twenty one years old you get kind of bored
Staying home every night, worshiping the Lord
He bought a pearl-snap shirt stitched with horses and stars
A handsome pair of boots, starting driving past bars
The women wore short skirts, they made out in cars
They drank beer by the quart out of mason jars
They drank beer, in the county line bars
Well Marco Polo, Marco Polo, he went out to explore
And Christopher Columbus off to find new shore
A young Mennonite walks through a barroom door
It said 'I heart to dance' on a tight tshirt
That was tucked in the waist of a short short skirt
She was standing at the bar holding court
Push up bra for extra support
The boys fell like pigeons
They fell like leaves
Strong pale legs
Red boots to her knees
Red boots to her knees
Who's to say what love is?
Is it horses and stars?
Is it boots and beer
The backseat of cars?
On the floorboard there's a short short skirt
It's wrapped in the arms of a pearl snapped shirt
Well it's been five years, it never was hard
He never much thought more about the Lord
And she just quit
Quit going to bars
They got married had kids
It never was hard
Who's to say what love is?
Is it horses and stars?
Is it boots and beer
The backseat of cars?
On the floorboard there's a short short skirt
It's wrapped in the arms
Of a pearl snapped shirt