| Song | Cowboy Days |
| Artist | Terri Clark |
| Album | Life Goes On |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leslie Satcher/Kent Blazy | |
| I was third alton on the second row of the | |
| First Baptist church choir | |
| I was keeper of the minutes for the | |
| Tri Delts, in charge of the homecoming bonfire | |
| I was a staight ' | |
| A', straight laced, level-headed as they come | |
| And parked at the | |
| Sonic, isn't that ironic, when my whole world came undone | |
| One slot over was a calf roper gibeing me his | |
| Geoge Strait smile | |
| And before | |
| I knew Miss | |
| Good-Two-Shoes was two0steppin', runnin' wild | |
| Back in my cowboy days, | |
| Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
| He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
| Wranglers and boots | |
| It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
| Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
| I swore I'd never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
| Well, Mama said, "He's crazy" | |
| Daddy says, "He's lazy" | |
| Sister said, "Does he have a brother?" | |
| Well, I changed my dress and who woulda guessed | |
| I'd be wearin' them jeans and ropers | |
| It was passionate nights and dashboard light | |
| Nobody was watchin' the clock | |
| It was love in the makin' | |
| Eggs and bacon at the | |
| Seventy-Six truck shop | |
| Back in my cowboy days, | |
| Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
| He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
| Wranglers and boots | |
| It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
| Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
| I swore I'd never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
| Sometimes | |
| I lay here thinkin' 'bout him | |
| And laugh about my crazy past | |
| Then I roll over and kiss the calf roper | |
| Who'da though it'd ever last | |
| Back in my cowboy days, | |
| Lord what a honky-tonkin' haze |
| zuo qu : Leslie Satcher Kent Blazy | |
| I was third alton on the second row of the | |
| First Baptist church choir | |
| I was keeper of the minutes for the | |
| Tri Delts, in charge of the homecoming bonfire | |
| I was a staight ' | |
| A', straight laced, levelheaded as they come | |
| And parked at the | |
| Sonic, isn' t that ironic, when my whole world came undone | |
| One slot over was a calf roper gibeing me his | |
| Geoge Strait smile | |
| And before | |
| I knew Miss | |
| GoodTwoShoes was two0steppin', runnin' wild | |
| Back in my cowboy days, | |
| Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
| He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
| Wranglers and boots | |
| It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
| Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
| I swore I' d never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
| Well, Mama said, " He' s crazy" | |
| Daddy says, " He' s lazy" | |
| Sister said, " Does he have a brother?" | |
| Well, I changed my dress and who woulda guessed | |
| I' d be wearin' them jeans and ropers | |
| It was passionate nights and dashboard light | |
| Nobody was watchin' the clock | |
| It was love in the makin' | |
| Eggs and bacon at the | |
| SeventySix truck shop | |
| Back in my cowboy days, | |
| Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
| He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
| Wranglers and boots | |
| It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
| Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
| I swore I' d never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
| Sometimes | |
| I lay here thinkin' ' bout him | |
| And laugh about my crazy past | |
| Then I roll over and kiss the calf roper | |
| Who' da though it' d ever last | |
| Back in my cowboy days, | |
| Lord what a honkytonkin' haze |
| zuò qǔ : Leslie Satcher Kent Blazy | |
| I was third alton on the second row of the | |
| First Baptist church choir | |
| I was keeper of the minutes for the | |
| Tri Delts, in charge of the homecoming bonfire | |
| I was a staight ' | |
| A', straight laced, levelheaded as they come | |
| And parked at the | |
| Sonic, isn' t that ironic, when my whole world came undone | |
| One slot over was a calf roper gibeing me his | |
| Geoge Strait smile | |
| And before | |
| I knew Miss | |
| GoodTwoShoes was two0steppin', runnin' wild | |
| Back in my cowboy days, | |
| Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
| He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
| Wranglers and boots | |
| It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
| Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
| I swore I' d never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
| Well, Mama said, " He' s crazy" | |
| Daddy says, " He' s lazy" | |
| Sister said, " Does he have a brother?" | |
| Well, I changed my dress and who woulda guessed | |
| I' d be wearin' them jeans and ropers | |
| It was passionate nights and dashboard light | |
| Nobody was watchin' the clock | |
| It was love in the makin' | |
| Eggs and bacon at the | |
| SeventySix truck shop | |
| Back in my cowboy days, | |
| Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
| He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
| Wranglers and boots | |
| It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
| Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
| I swore I' d never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
| Sometimes | |
| I lay here thinkin' ' bout him | |
| And laugh about my crazy past | |
| Then I roll over and kiss the calf roper | |
| Who' da though it' d ever last | |
| Back in my cowboy days, | |
| Lord what a honkytonkin' haze |