Lyrics Blue Blooded Woman - Alan Jackson

She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
Don′t see eye to eye, but we're hand in hand
A blue-blooded woman and a red neck man

The lady I love, loves silk and satin
She was raised uptown with a silver spoon
Well, I was born on a farm just south of Jackson
We had an old Ford tractor and a country moon

And she loves the violin, I love the fiddle
We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
Don′t see eye to eye, but we're hand in hand
A blue-blooded woman and a red neck man

She's Saks Fifth Avenue perfection
Caviar and dignified
Well, I live my life in Walmart fashion
And I like my sushi southern fried

And she loves the violin, I love a fiddle
We go separate ways, but we meet in the middle
Don′t see eye to eye, but we′re hand in hand
A blue-blooded woman and a red neck man

And she loves the violin, I love the fiddle
We go separate ways, but we meet in the middle
Don't see eye to eye, but we′re hand in hand
A blue-blooded woman and a red neck man

Well, she's a blue-blooded woman, I′m a red neck man