Cowpunk

And I look over yonder Tell me what do I see? Can it be a see a special angel built specially for me? With that long black hair Yeah, her eyes are so bright Yeah, she looks real good underneath the bar lights She drives a new Thunderbird Owns a stack of credit cards Yeah, she parties real cool She parties real hard I been to Bakersfield twice, and four county fairs But I never seen a woman like that anywheres Oh, those nights in Fillmore Who could ask for anything more? I saw you dancing in the heat You threw my love right out on the street A cowpunk Oh, that girl's much too tough She's cowpunk She's cowpunk Yeah, she's my little sugar And we have so much fun Yeah, we'll hit the bowling alley When the workday is done Yeah, she's my little baby And she loves me so right Yeah, she hold me in the morning well on into the night I got a hot rod Ford and a two-dollar bill Hell, and I know a joint right over that hill Well, they got live music and the band's really good Yeah, they drive here directly from North Hollywood Oh, those nights in Fillmore Who could ask for anything more? I saw you dancing in the heat You stop my heart like it's a hammer to meat A cowpunk Oh, that girl's much too tough A cowpunk A cowpunk Yo, Waco! (Hey, let's party and get funky with these folks, dagnabbit) (How 'bout it?) A cowpunk A cowpunk A cowpunk A cowpunk A cowpunk A cowpunk A cowpunk A cowpunk