Her shirt is shiny to match her boots, true country people are not her roots.
Can't ride a horse, doesn't know how. Never had the experience of milking a cow.
Tight, tight jeans and a little name belt, a silver buckle and a hat made of felt.
Howling coyotes dangle from her ears, she drives and dreams as sunset nears.
Doesn't own a ranch, but wishes she did, had these thoughts since she was a kid.
Driving her truck and pretending to be. Shes a "wanna be cowgirl", don't you see?
Someday a cowboy will make her his wife, then she can have a real cowgirl's life.
The babies start to come, she must grow up, give up her jeans and the pick-up truck.
Trade the shiny shirt for a little housedress, get busy cooking and clean up the mess.
She'll save the belt to prove her size, as she gets larger around the thigs.
Now she is minding her grandchildren, telling this story, shes a "wanna be cowgirl" in all her glory.