you can see

it’s hard to see his eyes but I’d bet they’re closed

guitar neck parallel to the floor

he plays it under his chin sometimes

so you can see his hips swim

ass wrapped in blue denim

painted on so tight, you can see

how much change he’s got in his pocket

his hat pulled down like a bronc buster

in the gate ready for the door to be pulled

you can see the clowns

are just waiting for him to say "ok"

pointy-toed boot moving from 12 to 3

and when the song swings more

his whole foot moves through the range

you can see

in heaven I am Dwight Yoakam

and there he may be me

which is a different ball of wax entirely