Cowboy

I’m looking for a cowboy
With, boots, hat and a horse
The kind that doesn’t line dance
Do real cowboys do that?

Tall and lean and muscular
From riding the range all day
Roping, branding, working hard
Always fences to mend

Yeah, there’s something about a cowboy
And romancing under the moon
He can sweep me off my feet
Or maybe just use a lasso

We’ll get in his pickup
Or maybe we can ride double
I can ride in front of him
So he can keep me from fallin’ off

At the end of a long hard day
His boots tucked under my bed
He’ll fulfill my fantasies
Just please don’t call me ma’am
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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