Well she rolls her own cigarettes with the
work of just one hand.
She acts mean and she cusses;
I know she'd wish she were a man.
She got her teeth knocked out by a
bucking horse, and when I told her that
it made her look tough,
well, she just grinned and said "I like it that way",
and then she loaded up her lip with snuff!
She's my snuce queen.
She's my Copenhagen angel.
She's my Beech Nut honey.
She's my Red Fox brush hog.
Now she can ride a bareback horse and she can
Oh well a buckle polisher she's dang sure not.
She holds her own in all the tough spots.
Chasin' cowboys just ain't her style.
It's winning the prize money that makes her smile!
Well she's got a plug in both her cheeks and she's