Cover Art Photo courtesy of Emily Kendall - Iryshe Photography
She'll leave a trail of hay to the bar
Swing her leg up and over that tall stool
Then she'll ride off into the neon lights
Swaying to the rhythm and the blues
She’s a cowgirl and cowgirls are tough
Hard to corner; easy to love
Lord help the man who comes between her and her horse
He’ll rue the day he was born
Cuz’ she’s a cowgirl
She'll thank you for the beer but that don't mean
You've got a chance of holding her tonight
Cuz tomorrow there's another rodeo
And that silver buckle's weighing on her mind
She’s a cowgirl and cowgirls are tough
Hard to corner; easy to love
Lord help the man who comes between her and her horse
He’ll rue the day he was born
Cuz’ she’s a cowgirl
Don’t think you can play off her emotions
She’s got a wild heart that can’t be broken
Cuz’ she’s a cowgirl and cowgirls are tough
Hard to corner; easy to love
Lord help the man who comes between her and her horse
He’ll rue the day he was born
Cuz’ she’s a cowgirl
