Snagged my tickets to see Ashley McBryde at The Cotillion this week and I've been grinning at my phone ever since. Now I've got to dig out my good boots and decide what a farm girl wears to a country show. You're carrying the cooler to the tailgate, cowboy.
Made it home from the festival with my boots still by the door and nothing on but the lamp light. The night's not over till I say it is, cowboy. Come tuck me in.
Bloktoberfest has the whole park glowing tonight and I'm working on a pretzel bigger than my head with a stein going warm beside me. The bench on my left is still empty, cowboy. Come fix that.
Pumpkin's on the counter and BOOtanica opens at the gardens tonight — this farm girl intends to bring home the best-carved gourd in the whole place. Come steady my hand, cowboy.
The wash needed hanging and I decided nothing else on this place needed clothes today. Come pin the last corner with me, cowboy.
The corn pit out at the pumpkin patch claimed me before the pig races even started — kernels in places I won't mention on a family feed. Come dig me out, cowboy.
Drove east for Andover Days and found the whole little town out celebrating — parade's done, my lemonade's cold, and this tailgate has one empty spot on it. Come fill it, cowboy.
Spent the whole day at the World Dairy Expo in Madison — the trade show finally opened and I walked every booth twice, watched the cattle show till my feet gave out. Now I'm back in my room with these overalls doing a whole lot less work than they did this morning. Come finish what the day started, cowboy.
Oktoberfest kicks off downtown tomorrow and my outfit finally came in — the laces are putting up one heck of a fight and I'm losing on purpose. Tell me you'd tighten them for me, cowboy.
Found a dairy farm outside town that opened its barns for the season and I watched the milking demo twice — no shame about it one bit. Come split this glass with me, cowboy.