He met her in a honky tonk singing country songs that he wrote
She sat at a table listening to his music and drinking coke
Well he sat down beside her and said, “howdy what’s your name"
She said “I like your music sir but foolin round is certainly not my game"
When the small talk was over the cowboy drank his beer and took her home
Lust on his mind in the bedroom he had her all alone
And when the night was over the cowboy shook his head
Cause she slept on the sofa and the cowboy slept alone on his bed
Solos
She still sees the cowboy on the country shows and sometimes on TV
He phones her up and talks to her long distance from wherever he might be
He’ll ask her how’s she doing she’ll reply by saying “oh just fine"
And the moral of this story is that cowboys don’t get lucky all the time
And the moral of this story is that cowboys don’t get lucky all the time