can't turn a hoe into housewife

“Can’t Turn a Hoe Into a Housewife” [Intro] Yeah, yeah Backroad wisdom, learned it the hard way Mud on the tires, sun going down Listen up— [Chorus] You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife, Can’t put a wild heart in a porch-light life, You can buy her roses, you can treat her right, But you can’t make somebody change overnight. I learned that lesson underneath these pine trees, Love ain’t enough if she don’t wanna live clean, So I quit trying to make wrong fit right— You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife. [Verse 1] I met her at the bar on a Friday night, Blue jeans, boots, looking country alright, Thought I found the one gonna ride by my side, Till I found out she was living two lives. I was talking forever, she was talking tonight, I was thinking front porch, she was chasing neon lights, Sometimes you gotta read what the red flags say, Before you lose yourself trying to make somebody stay. [Chorus] You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife, Can’t put a wild heart in a porch-light life, You can buy her roses, you can treat her right, But you can’t make somebody change overnight. I learned that lesson underneath these pine trees, Love ain’t enough if she don’t wanna live clean, So I quit trying to make wrong fit right— You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife. [Verse 2] Now I’m rolling down a gravel road slow, Old truck humming with the radio low, Got a cooler in the back and a dog in the seat, And a whole lot less drama riding with me. I ain’t mad, I just finally understand, You can’t build a home with somebody who won’t stand, So I’m looking for a country girl with a steady heart, Someone who wants forever right from the start. [Bridge] Ain’t about judging, everybody got a past, But you can’t build tomorrow while you’re living in the past. If she wants to change, that choice gotta be hers, You can’t force a heart with a pocket full of words. [Final Chorus] You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife, Can’t make a midnight soul love the porch-light life, You can give her everything, still she might take flight, Sometimes letting go is how you get it right. Now I’m chasing blue skies underneath these pine trees, Looking for somebody who wants the same life as me, No more trying to make wrong fit right— You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife. Yeah… You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife.