Cowgirl

Cowboy boots, Wrangler jeans
Beer for breakfast, steak and beans
The big city always makes her feel so small
Nine to six, five days a week
Nothing expensive, mostly cheap
But enough for a tit job and a pickup truck on lease (with option to buy)

All alone at the rodeo;
Two-step lessons are so, so far away for a fat cowgirl

Her old boyfriend Bud used to kick her ass
He's in jail now; she misses his sweet smile
"He was a great guy before he gave me a black eye."
She always cries to her favorite songs
About drinking and cheating and sleeping around
Fighting and lying and being broke
Dancing and Jesus and feeling down. I bet she's feeling down right about now

Ride it now, baby, ride it