Verse 1
I pulled up to the county fair, dust kicking up in boots,
Neon signs and pickle jars, and a rhythm in my loot.
She’s the spark in the dust storm, a sparkler in the crowd,
Got a smile that turns the warm-up into a thundercloud.
Chorus
Oh, she deserves to be wowed, like a red Corvette in chrome,
A mountain of confetti when we finally get home.
So I’m strapping on a guitar and a grin that won’t quit,
Gonna sing her something catchy till the neon lights go lit.
Verse 2
I wrote her name on a napkin, then I crossed the line of taste,
Called up the bakery, got a cake with a rocket taste.
A little twang, a little grin, a whole lot of swagger too,
If wow’s a melody, she’s the chorus in every blue.
Chorus
Oh, she deserves to be wowed, like a sunrise on the plains,
A ballroom full of laughter and a sky full of mazes and mazes.
So I’m driving through the outfield with my boots in the dust,
Gonna wow her like a windstorm that never loses trust.
Bridge
We’ll dance in flip-flops, in the back of a pickup truck,
Watermelon moons and a kazoo on the couple of us.
If love’s a song, I’m cranking up the volume loud,
Till the whole town’s singing and the clouds shuffle down.
Verse 3
I’ll surprise her with a picnic on a quilt of stars,
Songs about her sparkle brighter than the bar’s marquee cars.
A chorus of crickets, a twang in every kiss,
If wow were a river, she’d trip the world with bliss.
Chorus
Oh, she deserves to be wowed, like a rainbow after rain,
A parade of fireworks lighting up her name again.
So I’ll tune my heart to the rhythm of her smile,
And sing her the best dang song in a country mile.
Outro
Yeah, she deserves the wow, and I’m going all the way,
With a little grit, a lot of love, and a whole lot of yay.
Raise a toast to the night, to her and to our tune,
She’s the wow in every sunset, my river, my moon.