Lyrics
Intro
(Slow-steppin’ steel guitar slide and a dusty snare)
No shirt… tan skin…
That boy’s got me sinnin’ again…
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Verse 1
He’s leanin’ on that lifted wrangler
Six-pack gleamin’ like the good Lord scored
No shirt, just dust and muscle lines
Every girl’s sin in the summer time
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Chorus
They’re heaven sent and hell bent,
Tan like fire, Lord, I repent
Boot cut jeans hangin’ low
With every step, they steal the show
Hotter than the southern sun—
Country boys, every single one
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Verse 2
They toss hay, they fix their trucks
They talk slow but they mess you up
Sweat drippin’ off that perfect chest
Heart racin’ under this cotton dress
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Chorus
They’re heaven sent and hell bent,
Built like gods, pure and intense
With a wink and muddy grin,
I fall right back in love again
Boot prints deep in my heart,
These boys tear my world apart
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Bridge
One’s on the porch with a six-string drawl,
Another’s shirtless leanin’ on the stall
If sin’s a game, I’ve lost the bet—
I’ll take my fall, no regrets
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Final Chorus
They’re heaven sent and hell bent,
Tattooed arms and good intent
A little dirt, a little charm,
Wrapped around a country farm
Blessed by God and raised on grit—
Lord help me, I’m fallin’ quick
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Outro
No shirt… all tan…
Yeah, that’s my weakness, that’s my man.
