Well she talks about 'em Dreams about 'em Thinks about 'em all the time She's got to have 'em Be lost without 'em You can see it in her eyes What is it, what is...

She could've passed for a cowboy The way she carried herself and that fifty pounds of leather Put it up on that pony, light as a feather Like she'd done it all ...

Face down in the dirt Every inch of me hurts Guess it wasn't such a perfect landin' Yeah i'm still alive Not sure how I survived It was a hell of a ride `til it...