(anita cochran)
Staring out my window, who is that I see
He sure does look familar, and he’s wearing boots and jean
Can’t tell you where I saw him, was it on a late night screen
A cowboy in this city’s something I ain’t never seen
He’s kockin’ on the door of my two room flat
Do I let him in, what I would give to love a man like that
He walks that western walk, he talks that southern talk
He rides that rodeo, he come from san antonio
He’s drivin’ a big ole cadillac
Hey, I could love a man like that
Yes, I could love a man like that
He takes me by the hand as he leads me out the door
I say good-bye ole city, I won’t be back here no more
Well I moved here from the country thought I’d try and get ahead
Oh but every road I’ve taken’s headed other ways instead
But I’ve packed up my belongings, and he’s handing me the keys
I’m headed to the moutains with the man of my dreams
He walks that western walk, he talks that southern talk
He rides that rodeo, he come from san antonio
He’s drivin’ a big ole cadillac
Hey, I could love a man like that
Yes, I could love a man like that
Now you may think I’m crazy but I just can’t explain
There’s something about a cowboy that drives this girl insane
He walks that western walk, he talks that southern talk
He rides that rodeo, he come from san antonio
He’s drivin’ a big ole cadillac
Hey, I could love a man like that
Yes, I could love a man like that |
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