Sawdust on Her Halo

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 likes kickin' up a lil' sawdust on her halo Yeah, she'll whirl and twirl and twist and turn While the jukebox plays and moans Well, she paints on them tight blue jeans And brings out the devil in me She likes kickin' up a lil' sawdust on her halo You can find her in the choir loft every Sunday Winkin' at me, with two sore feet inside her high heel shoes Every Saturday night, she'll dance 'til closing time And still be there in the morning for Sunday school She likes kickin' up a lil' sawdust on her halo Yeah, she'll whirl and twirl and twist and turn While the jukebox plays and moans Well, she paints on them tight blue jeans And brings out the devil in me She likes kickin' up a lil' sawdust on her halo, kick it up, darlin' She likes kickin' up a lil' sawdust on her halo Yeah, she'll whirl and twirl and twist and turn While the jukebox plays and moans Well, she paints on them tight blue jeans And brings out the devil in me She likes kickin' up a lil' sawdust on her halo Kickin' up a lil' sawdust on her halo