First time I laid eyes on her
She was layin' her spurs to the sides of an Appaloosa
Roundin' that third barrel headed home
And how we wound up tailgate down
somewhere out on the edge of Chattanooga
Head over heels, heaven only knows
‘Cause I ain't the kind to ride and throw a rope
Hang my hat on 8 short seconds worth of hope
She could have hitched the rest of her life
To a man with Texas in his eyes
Instead of some country boy in Tennessee
You can always tell the cowgirl
But you can never tell how a cowgirl's gonna dream
I love the way her (?) Tony lungs (?
) sit there like an old dog on the front porch
Waitin' for that morning sun to rise
I'll never know why she lets me run
away with her heart like a wild horse
And camp out in the canyons of her mind
‘Cause I ain't the kind to ride and throw a rope
Hang my hat on 8 short seconds worth of hope
She could have hitched the rest of her life
To a man with Texas in his eyes
Instead of some country boy in Tennessee
You can always tell the cowgirl
But you can never tell how a cowgirl's gonna dream
She could have hitched the rest of her life
To a man with Texas in his eyes
Instead of some country boy in Tennessee
You can always tell the cowgirl
But you can never tell how a cowgirl's gonna dream