Roughin' Toughin' Woman (words & music by Roy Evan Burstiner)
She’s a blue jeans baby, there’s no question maybe
She’s a tomboy type of gal
She doesn’t wear no makeup, never has to take up
with her latest fashion pals
All adept with a hammer and nail, than an eyeliner or
cheekbone blush
She can rip apart an engine, fix a car’s suspension
Never has to ever rush
She’s a sexy kind of lady, and she’s always looking real real fine
She’s a roughin’ toughin’ woman and she’s mine all mine
She’ll knock down walls, make a building fall
wants to build it again you see
With a nail gun firin’, you never see her cryin’
over soap operas on TV
With dirt on her face all day now
She’s prettier than all the girls
With her hard work ethic, working woman method
She can conquer all of the world
And with greasepaint on her face now, she kisses me now oh so fine
She’s a roughin’ toughin’ woman and she’s mine all mine
She doesn’t like flowers, or diamonds by the hour,
or pretty things that most girls like
She’s good in hi-tops, food at all the car hops
and riding on her beat up bike
She doesn’t need no fancy dinners, to have herself a real good time
In cheap party lights, rocking thru the night
I know the things she really likes
She doesn’t want a sugar daddy, who’ll give her rings that glow and shine
She’s a roughin’ toughin’ woman and she’s mine all mine