Tight jeans and dusty boots...yeah
She's good with anything that shoots...yeah
I love the way the sun hits your skin baby
There's a cloud of dust all where you've been baby
Pistols and Cowgirls
Pistols and Cowgirls
She rides on the desert breeze...yeah
Drops the reins and lets her horse run free...yeah
Boots, class and a little bit of sass baby
Tank top and dark sunglasses baby
Pistols and Cowgirls
Pistols and Cowgirls
Black hat and rusty spurs...yeah
Reins down until her vision blurs...yeah
Dirt, sweat and blood's her life baby
On her horse she's riding high baby
Pistols and Cowgirls
Pistols and Cowgirls