Hey Cowboy
i saw her walk into
my favorite bar
she was so beautiful
she stole my heart
in the time it takes
to take a single breath
i knew i had to take a chance
so i walked up and asked
pretty lady do you dance
this dance with me
would you dance through
this life with me
she turned to me
and whispered
cowboy your wasting your time
i’m not your type
and baby your not mine
i don’t drink beer
and i don’t like country songs
be better for you if you
just moved on
cowboy move on
just walk away from me
hey cowboy
walk away as fast you can
i’m not your kind of girl
your not my type of man
i’m not trying to hurt you
or cause you any pain
but loving me will see you
crying in the rain
i need the glitter
you ride in the dust
i’m a big city girl
you drive a pick up truck
but as i turned to walk away
she whispered.......
hey cowboy
irish
Copyright © Michael Poyntz | Year Posted 2009
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