| She had on a pearl snapped shirt tied above her waist
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| Faded blue jeans and a gold belt buckle
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| That she won from a barrel race
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| She hot to trot from her boots up to her curves
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| She came walkin' straight out of my dreams
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| There goes my cowgirl
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| She had a reputation that I thought that I could change
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| Oh, but you can’t rope the wind
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| And you sure can’t tame a rattle snake
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| Litlle West-Tex tornado took me for a whirl
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| She came walkin' straight out of my dreams
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| There goes my cowgirl
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| Have mercy on me, she could dance a hole in the floor
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| She was as wild as a tumbleweed
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| Oh, and I could’nt have asked for more
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| But unfortunately for me you know you can’t tie her down
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| When the old rodeo is over
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| She’ll move on to another town
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| Oh, there she goes
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| Have mercy on me, she could dance a hole in the floor
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| She was as wild as a tumbleweed
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| Oh, and I could’nt have asked for more
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| But unfortunately for me you know you can’t tie her down
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| When the old rodeo is over
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| She’ll move on to the next go round
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| So, if you see a horse trailer on a jet black Cadillac
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| You better beware and approach with caution
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| And keep your heart a few car lengths back
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| She’s left a trail of tears all around the world
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| And I’ve shed a few over her too
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| There goes my cowgirl
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| As that cowgirl rode away
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| That old sad song began to play
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| No, this cowboy can sing 'cause there goes my cowgirl |