Callin’ all honky tonk cowgirls,
Come on, gather ‘round,
‘Cause I’ve got some words of wisdom
From this old trail I’ve been down.

Those boys that claim to rope and ride,
Spurs janglin’ at their heel
Ain’t all they always claim to be,
The truth they don’t reveal.

Beware the cowboy lies, my dears.
He’ll wink and slowly smile.
He’ll tip his hat with subtle grace,
Just to show you he’s got style.

Yes, ma’am I won this buckle.
Rode the hair off that old bull.
That truck outside it’s mine, all mine,
The note, it’s paid in full.

You can reach me at this number, hon.
Why, sure, I live alone.
But sugar, don’t you worry none
When Mama answers the phone.

© Laura Finlay Brown

High Country Communications