Topanga Cowgirl

I see her riding, see her riding every day
I see her riding, see her riding every day
Well, she’s my Topanga Cowgirl
Comes at sunset every day
Pacific Ocean between the rocks and the sky
Pacific Ocean between the rocks and the sky
And my Topanga Cowgirl waves her hand as she rides by
It’s Golden Hour for the shoot-down on the sand
It’s Golden Hour for the shoot-down on the sand
Yes, and my Topanga Cowgirl holds the reins in her right hand
My Topanga Cowgirl
My Topanga Cowgirl