Week's done and I'm lying in my sunflower field with absolutely no plans to move or put anything back on. Come keep me company before the light changes, cowboy.
Week's done and I'm lying in my sunflower field with absolutely no plans to move or put anything back on. Come keep me company before the light changes, cowboy.
Everything worth wearing is on this clothesline and I'm standing out here in my underwear waiting for the sun to finish the job. Don't pretend you'd just keep walking if you caught me back here, cowboy.
Ninety-four degrees and not a breath of wind — walked two miles of fence line in denim overalls and they're coming off the second I hit this hallway. Tell me you'd look away, cowboy.
The ground's cracked clean through in the south garden and I've been on my knees since dawn trying to figure out what's worth saving. This drought's taking everything it can reach, but I'm too stubborn to let it have all of it. Come tell me I'm not out here fighting a losing battle, cowboy.
The day's heat finally broke and I grabbed the last of tonight's milk and climbed up on the tailgate to watch the stars come out over the south field. There's something about this kind of quiet that makes a girl want company worse than anything. Come sit with me, cowboy.
The barn's the only place on this farm that stays cool after noon, and I climbed up to the hayloft to hide from the heat — somewhere between the quiet and the smell of cut grass I stopped pretending I came up here just to rest. Moo, you'd know exactly what to do with a girl who can't keep her hands to herself, wouldn't you?
Three songs in and this sundress gave up on staying decent, so I ducked behind the venue to catch my breath and the brick wall feels better against my back than it should. Come find me back here, cowboy.
I love your tits mommy
Hundred bands playing downtown today and I've been standing in front of this mirror for twenty minutes trying to look like someone who belongs at a music festival and not a barn. Come tell me I'm overthinking this, cowboy.
The water's doing everything but cooling me down, and I'm not even pretending I want it to. Come get in, cowboy — there's room.
Put on a real dress and everything for opening night of Hairspray downtown — can't remember the last time I cleaned up this nice. Tell me I clean up good, cowboy.