Sawdust On Her Halo - Tracy Lawrence

Written by：Monty Criswell/Rick Huckaby

All week long she loves to stay at home and hold me

She hangs her buckle in the closet

Keeps her boots up on the shelf

Heaven knows the good lord sent me an angel

But every Saturday night she wants to raise a little hell

She like kickin' up a little sawdust on her halo

Yeah she'll whirl and twirl and twist and turn

While the jukebox twangs and moans

When she paints on them tight bluejeans

It brings out the devil in me

She likes kickin' up a little sawdust on her halo

You can find her in a choir loft every Sunday

Winkin' at me with two sore feet inside her high heel shoes

Every Saturday night she'll dance till closin' time

And still be there in the mornin' for Sunday school

She like kickin' up a little sawdust on her halo

Yeah she'll whirl and twirl and twist and turn

While the jukebox twangs and moans

When she paints on them tight bluejeans

It brings out the devil in me

She likes kickin' up a little sawdust on her halo

She like kickin' up a little sawdust on her halo

Yeah she'll whirl and twirl and twist and turn

While the jukebox twangs and moans

When she paints on them tight bluejeans

It brings out the devil in me

She like kickin' up a little sawdust on her halo

She like kickin' up a little sawdust on her halo