Country Girl

Stampin' in rhythm with those cowgirl boots,
swingin' those hips in the blue denim jeans,
hair flyin', no more city girl for her.
It's the country beat that kicks her
into gear. Ropin' those men like cattle,
opening that barn into a new life.

Thrown out, it's not a car for her,
it's all about the barn, beddin' down
with the horses and hay. Covered
in dirt, don't phase the country girl.
Up at dawn, turned down at sundown,
spendin' the day in the saddle.

Abandonin' the old ways, don't need
no men. Skin toughin' up with the day's
work, tossin' those hay bales like they're
a feather. No one mess with that country
girl, no one's breakin' her heart. Brown
barn, checkin' the fences, it's just her
and the horses, cattle and the sheep.

She's her own soul now, been stitched up
too often to need anything beside her
horse and herself. Soaked from washin'
the horses and the buckets, hay stuck
in her hair, she don't care. She just go
stampin' in rhythm with those cowgirl boots.