| It’s the way of life in the real West |
| 'Neath the Prairie moon that’s Heaven blessed |
| And a tall boot shuffle on a wooden floor |
| It’s a clean white shirt on a Saturday night |
| And a long cold beer that’s pure delight |
| And if you heard me say it, there’s a whole lot more |
| It’s the way of life in the real West |
| I’m a city girl but I must confess |
| I’d be a cowboy angel and I know what for |
| It’s the way of life in the real West |
| Where your time is yours when the sun sets |
| And the stars rise up to light the western sky |
| Laredo up north to Cimarron |
| If I’m lost, you know I’ve gone |
| To where the spurs that jingle, are the working kind |
| It’s the way of life in the real West |
| And if I had my way, I guess |
| I’d ride and rope and wrangle 'til the day I die |
| It’s the way of life in the real West |
| I’m a city girl but I must confess |
| I’d be a cowboy angel and I know what for |
| It’s the way of life in the real West |
| Where your time is yours when the sun sets |
| And the stars rise up to light the western sky |
| The stars rise up to light the western sky |