E A E Sittin' here drinkin' beer in this honkytonk A E Girl at the next table over's comin' on strong A She's flirtin' and a-workin' everything that God gave her E A E But she don't understand that I got a woman B7 E A E B7 Who knows how to keep her man Lipstick lips and long legs turn my head But that don't mean I'm gonna wind up in their bed I'm comin home to my baby And it ain't because of this little bitty golden band It's 'cause I got a woman who knows how to keep her man Chorus: A Lord now she hotter than hell E She's got to be a twelve on a scale of one to ten A She gives me that lovin' Til I've had enough B7 And then she does it again E Lord she grabs me by the heart A When she breaks out her fryin' pan E B7 E A E B Hey I got a woman who knows how to keep her man She don't mind when I wanna go do my own thing She can always tell when I need a little space And that's what keeps me comin' on back home And eatin' from the palm of her hand Hey boys, I gotta woman who knows how to keep her man Chorus: Well she's hotter than hell She's got to be a twelve on a scale of one to ten She's one tough mother and all my buddies love her She's a Dallas Cowboys fan She grabs me by the heart When she breaks out her fryin pan Hey, I got a woman who knows how to keep her man Oh I know if I get outta line I gotta hide that fryin' pan Hey, I gotta woman who knows how to keep her man She knows how to keep her man | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA B B7 E |