Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Austin city bar

I saw her at a table in an Austin city bar
Took the highway from San Marcos so she hadn’t traveled far
It was just my luck to catch her eye as she reached to get her drink
I saw a dance step in that smile and knew just what to think

I’ve never seen a cowgirl who could sit with cowboy pride
More handsome than a quarter horse I’d like to saddle for a ride
The silver buckle of her belt lay captured on her hips
Her tongue now slowly moving across those ruby lips

I walked not like a stranger but easy to her chair
And at her side I noticed she had a flower in her hair
The yellow rose of Texas tucked neatly by her ear
A Hook’m Horns medallion still resting by her beer

I’ve never seen a cowgirl who could sit with cowboy pride
More handsome than a quarter horse I’d like to saddle for a ride
The silver buckle of her belt lay captured on her hips
Her tongue now slowly moving across those ruby lips

So comfort me my darling, my mystery girl tonight
Let’s do the famous two-step then slow dance out-of-sight
She laughed and called me pard’ner, took me by the hand;
Squeezed me close and whispered, “I want you for my man.”

I’ve never seen a cowgirl who could sit with cowboy pride
More handsome than a quarter horse I’d like to saddle for a ride

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