[Verse 1]
Dust on your boots
Feed sacks in the back of my truck
Sunburnt July
You laugh say it’s just my luck
You hop off the tailgate
Wipe your hands on my shirt like that
I grab one bag
You grab three
And I can’t let it pass
[Pre-Chorus]
I say it once
You roll your eyes
But I can’t let it slide
[Chorus]
“Hey
You’re too pretty to carry that!”
Let me shoulder every heavy thing you drag
From the feed store door
To the front-row pew
Yeah I got your back
Girl
Your smile’s already breaking mine in half
You’re too pretty
Too pretty to carry that
(hey!)
Too pretty to carry that
[Verse 2]
Sunday dress
Same girl
Different kind of dust
Hayfield hair
Now braided up and brushed
We pull up to church
Mud still caked on my floor mats
You reach for the diaper bag
I reach in fast and laugh
[Pre-Chorus]
You shake your head
I take your hand
Say
“Baby
Understand”
[Chorus]
“Hey
You’re too pretty to carry that!”
Let me shoulder every heavy thing you drag
From the back row tears
To the long weeks when the nights turn black
Every load on your heart
I’ll lift it off your back
Girl
You’re too pretty
Too pretty to carry that
Too pretty to carry that
[Bridge]
Friday night drive
Dust trail
High beams
Gravel sky
Take you out where the stars lean down
Little backroad date-night town
You kick off them boots in the dashlight glow
Say
“Boy
You know you don’t have to”
But I still go—
[Chorus]
“Hey
You’re too pretty to carry that!”
Let me shoulder every heavy thing you drag
All the feed sacks
All the bad days
All the dreams in your paper bag
From the church steps
To the dance floor
To the front seat of this old truck cab
Girl
You’re too pretty
Too pretty to carry that
(oh, you’re too pretty)
Too pretty to carry that