Walking the Floor (On My Knees)

Who's that blonde at the end of the bar
With a cold one in her hand
And who's the old boy sittin' next to her
I hope he's not her man
'Cause she sure is cute in her cowboy boots
And I've had enough to drink
To have a good mind to cross that line
And ask her what she'd think
About a country singing, guitar slingin' cowboy like myself
Takin' her home and pullin' her close to the buckle of my belt

I'm walkin' the floor on my knees
Wearin' holes in my blue jeans
If she'd just look down here she'd see
Walkin' the floor on my knees

It's too hard to come this far
Then get back on my feet
I'm not as young as I used to be
When I was seventeen
But she's looking good and usually I would
Just keep my big mouth shut
But I've had enough beer to steer me clear
Of holding tradition up
Hey baby, you're hot and I know I'm not, I see you like to dance
But before we do between me and you I'll need a new pair of pants

This floor has never been so clean
Walking the floor on my knees