Amarillo's In the Rearview
Amarillo's in the rearview
And this old Chevy's headed west
Didn't make the go-round at the rodeo
So I loaded up and left
Gold buckle dreams keep me gunnin'
On through hell and Cheyenne
A smarter Cowgirl might quit runnin'
But that's not the kind I am
I have friends that just don't get it
The way I'm livin' out here on the road
But they don't know the taste of freedom
How sweet some days go
Well I've earned every scar from living this hard
And lost count of all the cow-towns along the way
But that won't make me stay
Amarillo's in the rearview
And this old Chevy's headed west
Didn't make the go-round at the rodeo
So I loaded up and left
Gold buckle dreams keep me gunnin'
On through hell and Cheyenne
A smarter Cowgirl might quit runnin'
But that's not the kind I am
Sure there's days I think of quittin'
Cuz I'm gettin' tired of being tough
Like right now I like the sound of settling down
But I know it ain't enough
These seconds light a spark, burning up my heart
Drawing me like a moth to a flame
Callin' my name
Amarillo's in the rearview
And this old Chevy's headed west
I've got nothin' but a clear view
And these horses pounding in the my chest
Gold buckle dreams keep me gunnin'
On through hell and Cheyenne
A smarter Cowgirl might quit runnin'
But that's not the kind I am
A smarter Cowgirl might quit runnin'
But that's not the kind I am
And this old Chevy's headed west
Didn't make the go-round at the rodeo
So I loaded up and left
Gold buckle dreams keep me gunnin'
On through hell and Cheyenne
A smarter Cowgirl might quit runnin'
But that's not the kind I am
I have friends that just don't get it
The way I'm livin' out here on the road
But they don't know the taste of freedom
How sweet some days go
Well I've earned every scar from living this hard
And lost count of all the cow-towns along the way
But that won't make me stay
Amarillo's in the rearview
And this old Chevy's headed west
Didn't make the go-round at the rodeo
So I loaded up and left
Gold buckle dreams keep me gunnin'
On through hell and Cheyenne
A smarter Cowgirl might quit runnin'
But that's not the kind I am
Sure there's days I think of quittin'
Cuz I'm gettin' tired of being tough
Like right now I like the sound of settling down
But I know it ain't enough
These seconds light a spark, burning up my heart
Drawing me like a moth to a flame
Callin' my name
Amarillo's in the rearview
And this old Chevy's headed west
I've got nothin' but a clear view
And these horses pounding in the my chest
Gold buckle dreams keep me gunnin'
On through hell and Cheyenne
A smarter Cowgirl might quit runnin'
But that's not the kind I am
A smarter Cowgirl might quit runnin'
But that's not the kind I am
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Writer(s): Joseph Costa
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