A Hunter's Favorite
When a man spends his life on horseback
And the back country been his home
There are things he learns to love
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What is a Cowgirl? They ask? And I say...
A woman who lives in the far flung West
Who's chosen to remain there
Who loves the cowboy life the best
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The saddle horn came up
Punching me in the gut
The back of my neck
Bounced off his butt
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It could be a log cabin
In a clearing way up high
Or a set of well used wall tents
Crouched beneath an Autum sky
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Given the choice, I'll always take the trail
Towards the lofty ridges
Where the winds brush the pines long needles
And timber rattler's hide
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Strolling hand in hand through blue shadow mist
Begging with eyes fer that first kiss
Love and laughter abounds through the night
Over flowing a soul beaming with life
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The same moon shinnin' on you and me,
In its golden glow I imagine I see.
My reflections shinnin' bright in your eyes,
As I lay in my bedroll ` neath
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Now I got my kerchief pulled up snug
That helps me quite a bit
My hat brims bent down o` er my eyes
I wish some wind we'd get
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Chaps that slap the saddle keep time to
The rhythm of hoof beats
Low cattle calls
Rumble like thunder
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