It started when I was little
I loved to ride
With my hair blowing in the breeze
Hanging on tight
When I jumped the fence
It was such a thrill
Knowing I had to get over
My horse and I
It is fun to watch peoples face
As they see you flying through the air
Wondering what will happen?
The excitement running through the air
You know your looking good
With your hat and boots
Legs long and lean
Hair hanging down your back
No place I would rather be
Then riding my horse
Through the fields
With his head held high
A cowgirl is lucky
She has her horse
The open fields
Breeze blolwing
She loves the excitement
The thrill of it all
She knows she is good
Her heart is in it
Just a cowgirl
Her horse looking fine
Head so high
Flying through the air
When it is all over
She brushes him down
And gives him some sugar
Gives him a kiss and pat on the head
He looks her over
Looks her in the eye
Sticks his nose in the air
She didnt give him a apple
So he turns his back
Walks away
Does not turn around
Just sways his rear.
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