Hey Cowgirl

Hey cowgirl, with your hat down low
Ray Bans on, pretty hair blowin’ in the wind
Oh, where you been?
And where are you going?
Well I bet you got your radio on
And you’ve lived every word

Of that George Strait song that’s playing
You know the one, Amarillo By Mornin’
You’ll always be the queen in that rodeo crowd
What every cowboy leaves dreaming about
They love the way you shine
Give anything to hold you tight
But they know they’ll never get that chance tonight

Hey cowgirl
Hey cowgirl, is there someone alone
Still waiting for that
Call on the phone that ain’t coming
‘Cause you’re still running
You’ll always be the queen in that rodeo crowd
What every cowboy leaves dreaming about
They love the way you shine
Give anything to hold you tight
But they know they’ll never get that chance tonight

Hey cowgirl
You’ll always be the queen in that rodeo crowd
What every cowboy leaves dreaming about
They love the way you shine
Give anything to hold you tight
But they know they’ll never get that chance tonight
Hey cowgirl
Bet you got a long drive
Well good luck, and goodbye