Hard to Tell
Now the way things look around this town
Better find a pretty woman before the sun goes down
If you need a place to lay your head
Find a pretty little woman in a pretty big bed
You make like a fool, you stumble around
Better find you a woman before you buy another round
In like a lamb and out like a lion
One minute your laughin' the next you're cryin'
Its hard to tell, hard to tell
You gotta get a woman its hard to tell
Can't be sure, can't be sure
Is she gonna be your pretty little girl?
Your pretty little girl
Better cut your hair, comb that mop
Shine them shoes, wear tails and top
Trim that 'stache, don't be slow
You gonna need it where you got to go
Hit that trail ride that roan
And buck that limb when you get her back home
Buckle up boys don't think twice
And love that woman with all your might
Its hard to tell, hard to tell
You gotta get a woman its hard to tell
Can't be sure, can't be sure
Is she gonna be your pretty little girl?
Your pretty little girl
Now she don't call and she don't write
You're home with your mother every Saturday night
You see her on the town, she don't see you
You oughta quit courtin' and take up booze
You gotta make it look like a big for-tune,
Got Callico shorts and alligator shoes
There ain't no woman gonna waste her time,
Waiting for a poor boy to drag her down
Its hard to tell, hard to tell
You gotta get a woman its hard to tell
Can't be sure, can't be sure
Is she gonna be your pretty little girl?
Your pretty little girl (your pretty little girl)
Better find a pretty woman before the sun goes down
If you need a place to lay your head
Find a pretty little woman in a pretty big bed
You make like a fool, you stumble around
Better find you a woman before you buy another round
In like a lamb and out like a lion
One minute your laughin' the next you're cryin'
Its hard to tell, hard to tell
You gotta get a woman its hard to tell
Can't be sure, can't be sure
Is she gonna be your pretty little girl?
Your pretty little girl
Better cut your hair, comb that mop
Shine them shoes, wear tails and top
Trim that 'stache, don't be slow
You gonna need it where you got to go
Hit that trail ride that roan
And buck that limb when you get her back home
Buckle up boys don't think twice
And love that woman with all your might
Its hard to tell, hard to tell
You gotta get a woman its hard to tell
Can't be sure, can't be sure
Is she gonna be your pretty little girl?
Your pretty little girl
Now she don't call and she don't write
You're home with your mother every Saturday night
You see her on the town, she don't see you
You oughta quit courtin' and take up booze
You gotta make it look like a big for-tune,
Got Callico shorts and alligator shoes
There ain't no woman gonna waste her time,
Waiting for a poor boy to drag her down
Its hard to tell, hard to tell
You gotta get a woman its hard to tell
Can't be sure, can't be sure
Is she gonna be your pretty little girl?
Your pretty little girl (your pretty little girl)
Credits
Writer(s): Ketch Secor
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