i felt the rush of the rio grande
into yellowstone and i’ve seen firsthand
niagra falls and the lights of vegas
i’ve crisscrossed down to key biscayane
and chitown via bangor maine
think i’ve seen it all and all i can say is
how ’bout them cowgirls
boys ain’t they something
sure are some proud girls
and you can’t tell them nothing
and i tell you right now girls
may just be seven wonders
of this big old round world
but how ’bout them cowgirls
she’s aridin’ colts in steamboat springs
bailing hay outside abilene
she’s trying hard to fit in in some city
but her home is ‘neath that big blue sky
and the northern plains and those other wide
open spaces nowadays there ain’t as many
how ’bout them cowgirls
boys ain’t they something
sure are some proud girls
and you can’t tell them nothing
and i tell you right now girls
may just be seven wonders
of this big old round world
but how ’bout them cowgirls
boy she don’t need you and she don’t need me
she can do just fine on her own two feet
but she wants a man who wants her to be herself
and she’ll never change don’t know how to hide
her stubborn will or her fighting side
but you treat her right and she’ll love you like no one else
yeah how ’bout them cowgirls
boys ain’t they something
sure are some proud girls
but you can’t beat their loving
and i tell you right now girls
may just be seven wonders
of this big old round world
but how ’bout them cowgirls
how ’bout ’em boys
Artist: George Strait
Year: 2007
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 146