Cow Girl
By Jeanie Johnson
Copyright 2006

They claim a girl cain’t rope or ride, as dandy as a man.
I’m here to say that just aint so, because I surely can.
Just ask my horse, he’s lean and mean, and muscled to the max,
He ain’t no dude ranch rockin�?horse, and that my friend’s fact.

I tell ya boys I’ve roped a few with fire in their eyes,
Them ornery critters could have thrown a man that’s twice my size!
But I got grit and I got gumption, that can’t be knocked around.
You can bet your lucky Sunday spurs that I can beat them all hands down.

Don’t drop your jaws, like you all think I’m spinnin�?you a yarn,
Just cuz I’m pretty soft and pink, don’t keep me from a barn.
I shoot a rifle just as straight and good as any fella,
So don’t think you can put me down, just cause my hair is yella.

But I admit with all this grit, my hide may need a scrub.
And when the wolf howls to the moon, you’ll find me in my tub,
And then my gents, no matter what I do out on a horse,
You won’t have trouble seeing that I’m just a girl…of course.