Cowgirls don't cry Cowgirls don't cry, ride, baby, ride Soon enough you gonna know why It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall get back on again Her daddy gave her, her first pony Then taught her to ride She climbed high in that saddle Fell I

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to

Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down You can run on for a long time Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

I run around town, around round the town The pedal to whatever Gonna ride my bike until I get home With the pedal to the metal My mama tells me I should stop Go and get a real job That can't be the way that I roll And I'm getting count of it all

Keep me closer, I'm a lazy dancer, when you move I move with you The rest of the ride is riding on you Over goodbyes we'll buy some place For wishing you could If the fire's out baby, How you gonna keep me warm? Supposing you let me, with the door wide

Nothing you can do's gonna change her mind When the wind decides that it's time to ride To spread a little hell through the heartland It takes a good long toke then it blows the smoke, through the desert night And the wings of fire, keep climbin' higher

I'm gonna ride with you all night Sing to me like Pavarotti Taxi, taxi, give me a ride All these streets are never ending Tie 'em in a knot Drive me through a red light Waiting for everyone to stop Sing to me of Spain Take me to you operetta

I'm gonna bring it on home, now I'm gonna bring it on home to you I done bought my ticket, I got my load Conductor done hollered, "All, aboard" Take my seat and ride way back And watch this train move down the track I think about the good times I once

'Cause I hope one day you'll get the sense to call me I'm hoping that you'll say So I'll keep your number saved 'Cause I hope one day I'll get the pride to call you You're missing me the way I'm missing you To tell you that no one else Is gonna hold you