Story Behind The Song

I love western-swing. I thought I'd try my hand at writing in this genre and this just happened - one of my most requested at live performances.

Song Description

A girl daydreams about being a cowgirl.

Lyrics

WISH I WERE A COWGIRL

IN THE BREAKING OF THE DAY ON A CLEAR SEPTEMBER MORN
CAMPING IN THE FOOTHILLS OF OURAY - HEY
I SWING ONTO MY HORSE, GRABBING ON THE SADDLE HORN
RIDING WEST WITH THE REINS IN MY HAND
MOVING ON STIRRING UP CLOUDS OF SAND

HEADING ON TO TELLURIDE AT A ROLLING RIVER'S EDGE
SCENT OF SAGE BLOWING THROUGH MY HAIR - THERE
ACROSS THE SAN MIGUEL UNDERNEATH A CRAGGY LEDGE
WAS A MUSTANG A JEWEL OF THE WEST
ONE NO COWBOY OR GIRL COULD POSSESS

CHORUS
I WISH I WERE A COWGIRL
I WOULD MAKE MY ROPE TWIRL
SHOWING OFF FOR YOU - YOU
YOU COULD BE MY COWBOY
AND IF YOU ARE A GOOD BOY
I'LL SHARE MY LASSO
EARLY MORNING HIT THE TRAIL
SIDE BY SIDE AND TAIL BY TAIL

I SET ACROSS THAT RIVER BRACED AGAINST MY STEED
GAINING ON THAT GOLDEN ZEPHYR NOW - HOW
I LOVE THE RUSH OF LANDSCAPE A'BLURRING WITH MY SPEED
I SWING MY ROPE HIGH IN THE AIR
IT LANDS 'ROUND THE HEAD OF THAT MARE

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
YI-YIPPEE-I-AYE
THAT'S WHAT THE COWGIRLS SAY
YI-YIPPEE-I-AYE
I'D SAY IT EVERYDAY
I'D WEAR MY TEN-GALLON HAT
AND BOOTS AND VEST
THE COWS WOULD BY IMPRESSED

IT'S TUG-OF-WAR FOR HOURS UNTIL THE CRIMSON SKIES
TURN DAYLIGHT INTO DUSK ONCE AGAIN - WHEN
THAT MUSTANG'S FIGHT IS WANING MY HEART LOOKS IN HER EYES
SHE'S MINE FOR THE TAMING I KNOW
I GIVE UP THAT ROPE AND LET HER GO

REPEAT CHORUS

©2007 Jane Godfrey