I Pastured Up My Chance To Herd Her (Larry W Jones 10/20/20190 (song #7648)

I was a cowboy and she was a cowgirl
Working at one-trick Dan’s wild horses spread
Somewhere twixt horse biscuits and hayfever
Someroan wrangled her from Dan’s ranch and fled

Boys, I pastured up my chance to herd her
That dude lassoed her with words so bovine
And then they rode off the ranch in a hoof
Oh no, now she’ll never be my equine

(Instrumental)

He ponied up and horsed around the ring
I trough that she cud see through his foaling
Neigh I’m horse from crying and whinnying
She pelt for his horse play like a real foal

Boys, I pastured up my chance to herd her
That dude lassoed her with words so bovine
And then they rode off the ranch in a hoof
Oh no, now she’ll never be my equine

(Instrtumental)

If my heart gets stable-ised then I cud
Get hoof a leg up and end this night mare
Because neigh A-mare-ican cowboy should
Ever be colt with no sweet filly there

Boys, I pastured up my chance to herd her
That dude lassoed her with words so bovine
And then they rode off the ranch in a hoof
Oh no, now she’ll never be my equine

I’m only hoof finished but it’s time to hit the hay