Where Are All the Cowboys
Where are all the cowboys?
Where have they all gone?
Maybe they're in Texas, but they sure ain't here - yeehaw!
The type who says, howdy, ma'am.
Then they tip their hat.
Maybe they're in Arizona, I wouldn't have knowledge of that.
I saw one in a magazine just the other day.
It's beneficial he couldn't observe me, and I'll leave it there, okay?
Where are all the cowboys?
Tell me, where could they all be?
Maybe they're in Colorado, but they ain't in Tennessee.
The one's who say, you sure are pretty.
Do ya mind if I sit down?
A man gets mighty thirsty, and I'm currently in this town.
I'm not sure what else to say.
That's just how I feel.
If God don't send a cowboy soon, I might find one I can steal!
*Inspired by listening to my Urban Cowboy soundtrack
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2020
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