Hey, cowgirl, with your hat down low
Ray-Bans on, pretty hair blowing in the wind
Oh, where you been and where you going?
Well, I bet you've got your radio on
And you've lived every word of that George Strait song
That's playing, you know the one, Amarillo by Morning
You'll always be the queen of 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 waitin' for that call on the phone
That ain't comin' 'cause you're still runnin'?
You'll always be the queen of 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 of 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, I bet you got a long drive
Well, good luck and goodbye