I was just a young man, A little wet behind the ears
She grew up at the country club with the diamond chandeliers
I worked at the feed store I was broke and naive
She was next in line for the crown to be the rose queen
I could get alcohol she had a lot of cash
We'd watch the June bugs dance around while lying on the grass
I knew it wouldn't work out for a hissy like me
But I couldn't resist to steal a kiss from the rose queen
My momma always told me she was too rich for my blood
Her daddy always said I was never good enough
She was just a southern bell lord I made her ring
Soaking wet from beads of sweat busting at the seams
She went off to college I stayed my ass back home
She came back sororitized as a teenage debutant
Now she tries to act like she don't remember me
I guess I'm only good enough once I guess I'm only good enough once
For the rose queen for the rose queen
For the rose queen for the rose queen