Hey Cowgirl, with your hat down low
Ray Bans on, pretty hair blowing in the wind
Oh where you been and where are you going
Well I bet you got your radio on
And you've lived every word
Of that George Strait song that's playing
You know the one, Amarillo By Mornin'
You'll always be the queen in that rodeo crowd
What every cowboy leaves dreaming about
They love the way you shine,
Give anything to hold you tight
But they know they'll never get that chance tonight
Hey Cowgirl
Hey Cowgirl, is there someone alone
Still waiting for that call on the phone
That ain't coming, 'cause you're still running
You'll always be the queen in that rodeo crowd
What every cowboy leaves dreaming about
They love the way you shine,
Give anything to hold you tight
But they know they'll never get that chance tonight
Hey Cowgirl
You'll always be the queen in that rodeo crowd
What every cowboy leaves dreaming about
They love the way you shine,
Give anything to hold you tight
But they know they'll never get that chance tonight
Hey Cowgirl,
Bet you got a long drive
Well good luck and goodbye
