The cowboy’ll put his arm around
And hug you ’til you hurt
And then he starts to pawin’
(The dog, that is) your shirt.
They’ve got you snuggled there between
Just a pawn within their game.
It doesn’t matter where you turn
It doesn’t matter where you turn
‘Cause they kiss about the same.
Long years have passed since courtin’ time
Changed me from Miss to Mrs.
And I’ll admit, I’ve grown to like
Those cowboy-cowdog kisses.
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