Wild Woman of the West

I dress the way I do on stage To transport you to another age Where wild women of the west Proved they stood among the best They rode boot to boot along side the men Riding broncs to hell & back again They wore skirts, jodhpurs, flowers & frills Had more than their share of thrills & spills When you see me here, I hope you recall Those women who rode proud & tall Tad Lucas on Midnight, crow hopping & smiling Fox Hastings, in feathers & flowers, beguiling Mitzi Lucas Riley, her death defying grace On galloping horse, a suicide drag, & mesmerizing face Marge Greenough on Boxer, that gal could really fly Nancy Sheppard with her spinning ropes, gravity defied On the day to day, I wear a different look Still different from those Cowboys you see in picture books Dusty boots, faded jeans & a cowboy hat, of course If I dressed the way I do on stage it would amuse my horse I grew up in the Wild West, or what there is of it now I learned to ride at an early age & know my way around a cow I don’t have a need for wooly chaps, my shotguns work just dandy If I wore woolies, the cactus would soon look like cotton candy My childhood heroes included those dazzling rodeo gals I spent many a Saturday morning as Roy & Dale’s Saddle Pal But the role models that I still look up to today Have quietly gone about their lives, living the Cowboy way There’s Georgie Sicking, still going strong in Kaycee As tough as they come, she always demands the best from me Sister Bourne, her laughing eyes & ready wit For forty years taught in one room schools, in her there was no quit There are many others who have helped me along the way Their stories are for another time, another place & day Today I’ll weave for you a tapestry of Western Rhyme Of rodeo’n, romanc’n & remember’n & a simpler time There is magic in the West, I find it every where It is that magic & my memories, that with you I will share So settle in & enjoy the ride, for I know I have brought my best As I stand here on this stage, a Wild Woman of the West