MUSIC FOR SALE

Ain’t no high heels in her world
She’s a blue jeans kind of girl
Wears a red plaid top, a Stetson hat
Tony Llama boots and all of that
Chases cans on her fifteen hand mare
Just fourteen seconds and she’ll be there
She’s my cowgirl

She’s a barrel racin
Pole bendin
Key holin lady

God fearin
Child rearin
Home makin baby

She’s ev’rything I need
And I don’t say maybe
She’s my cowgirl

She helps me to run our farm
Has a sure hand and a strong arm
She can drive a tractor just fine
She can run our new combine
She’s an ace on the hay bailer
Can back up a full horse trailer
She’s my cowgirl

She’s a barrel racin
Pole bendin
Key holin lady

God fearin
Child rearin
Home makin baby

She’s ev’rything I need
And I don’t say maybe
She’s my cowgirl

Now there’s a lot of women in this town
Couldn’t have done no better than who I found
So I’m happy as can be to have her around
She’s my cowgirl

She’s a barrel racin
Pole bendin
Key holin lady

God fearin
Child rearin
Home makin baby

She’s ev’rything I need
And I don’t say maybe
She’s my cowgirl

Yeah, she’s my cowgirl