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Alright, all you buckaroos Time to rope 'em up Ease on in to the ride Sun's a-goin' down on this cattle town Leave your boots under the chair And play me a song on the steel guitar In nothing but your underwear We'll have a couple of beers and look up at the stars While the old white porch swing sways Then come inside and I'll give you a ride At the end of your honkytonk day Ride me, cowboy Ride me good (Won't you ride, won't you ride me good?) Show me what you got goin' on under that hood Ride me, cowboy 'Til the cows a-come home ('Til the cows, 'til the cows come home) Look deep in my eyes, put your hands on my thighs And ride, ride, ride You might also like Moon's a-shinin' bright on this desert night Back in town they're all in bed But here in the country we're wide awake The blood is rushing to our heads Your hands on my chest and our clothes in a pile As you press your lips to mine We can sweat it all out, holler and shout As the tumbleweeds roll by Ride me, cowboy Ride me good (Won't you ride, won't you ride me good?) Show me what you got goin' on under that hood Ride me, cowboy 'Til the cows a-come home ('Til the cows, 'til the cows come home) Look deep in my eyes, put your hands on my thighs And ride, ride, ride Ride me, cowboy 'Til the cows a-come home ('Til the cows, 'til the cows come home) Look deep in my eyes, put your hands on my thighs And ride, ride, ride Look deep in my eyes, put your hands on my thighs And ride, ride, ride Hustle up now We're almost there Don't stop now Use both hands Not too fast, you don't wanna make it home too soon Supper's waitin' Mm, I can smell it right now, ah
Writer(s): James Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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