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thats a Cowgirl to you. Wear my worn out boots, jingle in my spurs thats what a Cowgirl has to do. My jeans are quite a sight forgot to wash them out last night. Took a bath in the water trough, told my horse to drink from the watering hole. Thats what a Buckaroo Cowgirl has to do. Saddle my horse to ride the range. Go to the corner grocery store. Just like my mom and dad use to do. Visit the grand o'le saloon, change my clothes and dance til noon. Take the dollars that I make, place a wager on some old stake. Thats what a Buckaroo Cowgirl has to do. Drive the cows in from the pasture. Wish they would move faster. Lazy, hazy days on the range are few. Pitch fork the hay out of the barn, feed those critters all night long. Wait for sundown. Thats what a Buckaroo Cowgirl has to do. Square dancing once a month, any old Cowboy will do. If they haven't ridden all day, with acking bones and butts. Might have a dance or two, thats what a Buckaroo Cowgirl has to do. So with keeping this in mind, an't no Southern Girl you'll find. Dressed in fancy dresses and smelling sweet perfume. Going to the opera or having a tea party for the afternoon. Thats not what a Buckaroo Cowgirl wants to do. written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love May 4, 2003 |