She Knew I Was a Cowboy

I was leaning on the bar With a glass half empty Washing off the dust When she brushed up against me She was soft and pretty Everything that I'm not She said, "You look lonesome" I said, "Yeah, I get that a lot" I was born headed west When we met I had mud on my boots And my hat stained with sweat Lines on my face And miles of regret But my silver belt buckle Still caught her eye The only thing I've got That still got its shine Yeah, she knew I was a cowboy A long shot at best But she knew I was a cowboy When we met She had a mind made up Both hands on the wheels Her bags in the back Of that old Oldsmobile Left her tears on the pocket Of my pearl button shirt I whispered I loved her But I don't think she heard But she knew I was a cowboy Not what she needed I guess But she knew I was a cowboy When we met Yeah, she knew I was a cowboy When she left