Cowgirl

If you can’t help but get into trouble
And you can’t help but speak your mind
You got your fire and your grace from your mama
And your fight from your daddy’s side
If the devil gets nervous when the sun comes up
Like «Good lord, watch out, here she comes!»
If you’re Sunday morning singing in the front row
(And) you gotta little dent in your halo (hey-o!)
You might be a cowgirl
Under neon lights
Shining like a rhinestone in the night
After working all day in the sun
Sweatin' for a little bit of fun
Big city or a small town girl
From anywhere around the world
Whatever you rope, whatever you ride
Hey, hey, honey, you might
You might be a cowgirl
You might have been raised on Reba
Aretha or Patsy Cline
Shania or Alanis, rocked like Janis
Whatever makes you feel alive
You don’t need to own no pickup truck
You can roll up in anything you’re proud of
Ya' got a little extra grit when the going gets tough
And a little extra get in your giddy-up, giddy-up!
You might be a cowgirl
Under neon lights
Shining like a rhinestone in the night
After working all day in the sun
Sweatin' for a little bit of fun
Big city or a small town girl
From anywhere around the world
Whatever you rope, whatever you ride
Hey, hey, honey, you might
You might be a cowgirl
It ain’t about what you wear
It ain’t about what you drive
No matter where you’re from, when it’s said and done
Cowgirl is a state of mind
You might be a cowgirl
You might be cowgirl
You might be a cowgirl
Under neon lights
Shining like a rhinestone in the night
After working all day in the sun
Sweatin' for a little bit of fun
Big city or a small town girl
From anywhere around the world
Whatever you rope, whatever you ride
Hey, hey, honey, you might
You might be a cowgirl