Bobby Dean - White Lightning Or Pink Champagne Lyrics

White lightning or pink champagne
Yeah for her it's a matter of mood not a matter of taste
Well a steel guitar or a symphony
A satin gown or old blue jeans
White lightening or pinkchampagne.
Well when we go out on a Saturday night
I never know what she wants me to wear
Yeah my cowboy boots or my loafer shoes
Or just a little mouse in my hair
Well I never know where she wants to go
But there's no need to strain my brain
Well I just look at her and say little baby
White lightening or pink champagne.

Chorus
Well she likes rock and roll or a country song
With a little bit of rhythm and blues She can electric slide two-step all night
‘cause she ain't got nothin to lose
But if she ever does anything she regrets
She ain't got no one to blame
But the night and feelin' right
White lightening or pink champagne.