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Terri Clark

Cowboy Days

 

Cowboy Days

(album: Life Goes On - 2005)


I was third alton on the second row of the First Baptist church choir
I was keeper of the minutes for the Tri Delts, in charge of the homecoming bonfire
I was a staight 'A', straight laced, level-headed as they come
And parked at the Sonic, isn't that ironic, when my whole world came undone

One slot over was a calf roper gibeing me his Geoge Strait smile
And before I knew Miss Good-Two-Shoes was two0stepping, running wild

Back in my cowboy days, Lord what a honky tonking haze
He was forbidden fruit in them tight Wranglers and boots
It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run
Tasting that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love
I swore I'd never give him up, back in my cowboy days

Well, Mama said, "He's crazy" Daddy says, "He's lazy"
Sister said, "Does he have a brother?"
Well, I changed my dress and who woulda guessed
I'd be wearing them jeans and ropers

It was passionate nights and dashboard light
Nobody was watching the clock
It was love in the making
Eggs and bacon at the Seventy-Six truck shop

Back in my cowboy days, Lord what a honky tonking haze
He was forbidden fruit in them tight Wranglers and boots
It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run
Tasting that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love
I swore I'd never give him up, back in my cowboy days

Sometimes I lay here thinking 'bout him
And laugh about my crazy past
Then I roll over and kiss the calf roper
Who'da though it'd ever last

Back in my cowboy days, Lord what a honky-tonking haze

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