COWGIRL  DREAMS

I sure would like to be a cowgirl.

I was once you know; way out in Idaho.

I've been dream'n bout it near all my life,

This down home cowgirl dream.

Just to be a cowgirl

would be as high as a mountain stream.  

I know exactly what you're think'n,

& I know you’re wrong.

I just want to be a simple cowgirl

No urban cowgirls song.

Enjoying life & having fun,

This is what I long.

I don't want to be on the silver screen

or ride those rodeos,

I don't mind listen'n to Roy & Gene

or doing dose-dos.

I just want to be a simple cowgirl,

sweet & country eyed.

I even picked a cowgirls name

‘ Tess Dandridge’ at your side.

I want to watch the sun come up into the clear blue sky

and watch the hawks a soar'n till you feel you can fly.

I'd like to sit around a campfire,

Smelling coffee as it brews.

Swap'n stories with the cowboys,

Til the morn'n sheds it dew.

I want to hear the lark sing'n

to start off my days,

I want to hear spurs a jing'ln

as a cowboys gather his strays.

I need a cowboys hand & strength

helping me along my way,

I need his courage'n love around me

each & every day.

A thousand sights, sounds & feelings

have been wander'n through my mind.

Like listening to a hidden voice

never to be defined.

But the course of logic bound my life,

a a wonderful husband & son came my way.

My life most over has been content,

Never a dull day have I spent.

But sometimes in the deepest of the nights

I dream the things I have done

& wonder to myself -

'Should I have been a real live cowgirl?'

This thought comes swift but sweet.

Had I gone 'n' been a cowgirl

would my dreams have seemed any more complete?

  Written by

Tess Dandridge

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