by Paul Harwitz
I’m a cowboy and you’re a cowgirl.
What say we give some dancin’ a whirl?
I don’t get to the city all that much,
What with ridin’ and ropin’ and mendin’ fence ‘n’ stuff.
You sure are a pretty young thang,
And you don’t seem to mind the way I twang.
I ain’t much to look at, and I’m damn near broke,
But I ain’t one to think that love is a joke.
So do you think that you might maybe possibly could
Find it in your heart to love a cowboy who’s good?
I know it’s kinda sudden and all,
But if we had each other, I’d sit in the saddle real tall.
And I’ll respect your wishes if you cotton to modern ways,
And don’t want to just sit home a-churnin’ butter,
And milkin’ cows one after the other through all the days,
So if you don’t want to marry, just be my “significant udder.”