Verse 1

She had a long day, boots by the door,

Dust on her jacket, tired to the core.

I poured her sweet tea, pulled her chair near,

Said, “Honey, let me make your favorite part clear.”

Pre-Chorus

No fancy box, no diamond shine,

Just a little devotion at the right time.

Chorus

Give her a little love where the wildflowers grow,

Take it real easy, let the good feeling show.

With a gentle heart and a patient hand,

You can be the sweetest man in the whole wide land.

When she says, “That’s perfect,” you’ll know what to do:

Put her first, and she’ll come back to you.

Verse 2

No need to rush, no need to boast,