Girls Night Out

It's the girls night out at the local country bar. This time we'll have to try not to go too far. We'll have no more than seven shooters each, And no more standing on the table giving a slightly slurred speech. On with our cowboy boots and skirts a bit too short To entice a dance partner, a cowboy is a good sport. We'll try and talk the band into playing our favourite tune And sing along like coyotes howling at the moon. We'll dance a few, and sing a few, then maybe a few more. We won't start a fight like Friday night and get escorted to the door. It's all in fun, we're just kids at heart, going out to play. It's time to unwind and let down our hair, after all we've worked all day. There's karaoke and two-stepping and flirting with the guys And telling stories, some of them true, most of them little white lies. We don't do this nearly enough, at least that's what we think. So here's to us, the local cowgirls, now would someone buy us a drink.