He tried to hide it by the faded denim clothes he wore
I asked him, "What's a fella like you doin' here? He said, "I'm a Federal agent, please help me if you can." I told him what I'd heard and then we had a drink or two.
In my mind he's still a gentleman and that's all I'll say. Well now he's back in DC and I'm still sittin' here
But I could tell he'd never been to a honky tonk before
And I felt like a peasant who just had met a king
The night I met Fox Mulder in those tight fittin' jeans.
If you need help I'll give it, if you buy me a beer."
He said, "My name's Fox Mulder and I need to know what you've seen."
But I just kept on starin holes in his tight fittin' jeans.
And as he spoke I thought of ways I'd love to help that man.
Yeah he might work in Washington and be closed in at his seams
But partner, I saw the tiger in those tight fittin' jeans.
I'm satisfied I did my best to help him with a clue.
As he stood up to go I saw the man of my dreams
Try to hide what was movin' in them tight fittin' jeans.
But I knew we'd both been broken by the first light of the day.
And I knew I'd had more lovin' than most girls will ever see
The night I helped Fox Mulder outta' his tight fittin' jeans.
Goin' over sweet memories and starin' at my beer.
But this country girl at one time had every woman's dream
The night I had Fox Mulder in his tight fittin' jeans.