Sorry 'Bout Cowboys

It was just a honky-tonk in a Texas border town. She was sittin' all alone and had that whiskey frown. I walked over in my shiny boots said,"Can I sit down?" She said," You ain't my type, but I could use another round." They were playin' a slow one, but she didn't want to dance. I said,"Tell me the story about your bad romance." She said, "It's always you cowboys, I never have a chance. I'm a sucker for blue eyes and those denim cowboy pants." She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow. Had her fill of broken hearts and days that fill with sorrow. She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow. She'll get the money somewhere - she'll beg, steal, or borrow. I said, "I'm sorry 'bout cowboys and your romantic woes, But I sell insurance and I'm sure not one of those. I'm from Texas and I'm comfortable in Western clothes, And the boots just seem to fit me from the heel to the toes." We talked awhile until I mentioned gems and furs. Then we talked of motels with the towels that say "His" and "Hers". I walked her to my pickup with lots of "Thank you, sir's"... I forgot to clean my truck and she sat down on my spurs. She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow. Had her fill of broken hearts and days that fill with sorrow. She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow. She'll get the money somewhere - she'll beg, steal, or borrow. 4/8/2017