Hands Off Our Lady

[Verse 1]
He put his hand on her in that barroom light
Saw her flinch
Saw her eyes get tight
Whole place went cold
Jukebox died
Every boot heel turned to his side
[Chorus]
We said
Hands off our lady
Boy
You crossed that line
You ain't tough
You're just drunk and blind
You picked the wrong girl
The wrong small town
Now a row of rednecks and cowboys are standin' their ground (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Jake killed his beer
Set it down real slow
Said
"Son
You best leave
Time to go"
But he laughed
Grabbed her arm again
Now every farm boy here just turned to kin
[Chorus]
We said
Hands off our lady
Boy
You crossed that line
You ain't tough
You're just drunk and blind
You picked the wrong girl
The wrong small town
Now a row of rednecks and cowboys are standin' their ground (woah)
[Bridge]
We don't start fights
But we sure end 'em
We don't break hearts
We just defend 'em
You lay one finger on one of our own
You won't walk straight when you're walkin' home
[Chorus]
So it’s hands off our lady
Better learn that fast
Respect comes first
Or you'll feel that wrath
You picked the wrong girl
The wrong small town
Where rednecks and cowboys will put you down (hey!)
Yeah
Rednecks and cowboys are guardin' this ground

rock, Gritty country-rock stomp with snarling overdriven guitars, half-time drums that kick into double-time on the choruses, and gang shouts on the hook. Male vocals with a raspy, righteous edge; verses stay low and tense, choruses explode with stacked harmonies. Slide guitar bends and a barroom piano stab add twang, with a brief breakdown before the final, shouted chorus., country