Mama don't get dressed up for nothing Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing She said hey cowboy get off of that couch Yeah, the party's on and we're goin' out I got my low cut dress and my knee highboots I'm like money to burn and nothing to lose

You can have your space, cowboy I ain't gonna fence you in Go on ride away, in your Silverado Sunsets fade, and love does too I'll see you around again 'Cause I know my place, and it ain't with you When a horse wants to run, ain't no sense in closing the

Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are, it seems I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy And lovin' the cowboy ways Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin'

I should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Stealin' the young girls' hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singin' those campfire songs Woah, I should've been a cowboy Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive I bet you've

No, it's not supposed to go like that Tommy found his daddy's gun And Joey had never seen one Real cowboy all dressed up As he held it in his hand Said, "You be good and I'll be bad" Then he pulled the trigger back Stopped little Tommy in his tracks

If I hurry I can still make Cheyenne She never knew what his calls might bring With a cowboy like him, it could be anything And she always expected the worst In the back of her mind She said, don't bother comin' home By time you get here I'll be long

Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Out on the plains down near Santa Fe I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day And as he jogged along I heard him singin' The most peculiar cowboy song It was a ditty, he learned in the city Now get along, get

Cowboys and angels There's a want and there's a need There's a history between We ride side by side A cloud of dust, a ray of light My touch is her temptation Her kiss is my salvation She's sweet, I'm wild, we're dangerous Girls like her and guys like me

Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in

I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights We'll slip across the border on the wrong side of right And just like Butch and Sundance we'll ride until the dawn Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs On the Right Side of Wrong A friend of a friend