cowgirl
S.C.a.R Lyrics

I was a sweet, young cowgirl
Who never loved before
Thought I’d ride forever
Behind his rodeo star
It’s a hard ride back to Belle Fourche
Northern prairie’s thick with snow
Lost the road out of Amidon
Still, I’ll make it through to Buffalo
Soon, another silent sunset
It feels too cold to cry Some sad beauty I leave alone here
To die by the dark of night
So, I’ll strike myself a warming fire
Lay my old saddle down
Sip on a hot cup a coffee
Hear the coyotes’ hungry Howls
For now, I’ve got some time
Roll one last cigarette
Offer up to you, my friends
A cowgirl’s, a cowgirl’s lament
Rode the rodeo with my sister
Starting 1943
We could trick our ropes to twirl around
Into things that no one had ever seen
Drove our rusty, Chevy pickup
Towing my horse Babe behind
Traveled from one dusty town to another
Showin’ them crowds a good ole time
We met him one night in Deadwood
He was just about half drunk
Tellin’ tales ‘round the fire to all them rodeo clowns
‘Bout riding the meanest, bucking broncs
Well now, me and my sister
Helped him back to his truck
He kissed me once on the lips and said
Come ride with me, Honey, you’ll bring me good luck
That summer we traveled the circuit
From Ft. Worth on up to Montana
Though many cowgirls followed him all around
Gave only me his dirty, red bandanna
And I was a sweet, young cowgirl
Who never loved before
Thought those days would last forever
Riding behind his rodeo star
Then one, hot afternoon in Denver
Mean Pete threw him right outta the chute
But before Ole Pete’s hooves could crush him
I waved off that wild, ornery brute
Never did he figure
That I saved his life that day
Picked himself up off the ground and hollered
Whew there, boys, a helluva ride, I’d say
Well, no more times did he kiss me
No words about forever
We were ridin’ an’ ropin’ side by side
But not ever once together
Soon, I gave up the roping
Saw that man as a heartbreak kid
For him, t’was the rodeo’s glamour
For me, it was just something that we did
One last night I’ll sleep on the cold ground
With my head upon my hands
I’ll dream of my rope tricks and cheers from the crowds
As we crisscrossed the land
Come dawn, I’ll ride on to Belle Fourche
And the ranch where I was raised
From the front porch my husband will greet me
And I’ll forget my old, rodeo flame
There we’ll build a warming fire
Sit together, in a quiet hour
Sip hot coffee
And hear the coyotes’ distant howls
While we rest, I’ll have some time
As the light of day’s been spent
Let my memories of lost love fade
To a cowgirl’s, my cowgirl’s lament
I was a sweet, young cowgirl
Who never loved before
Thought I’d ride forever
Behind his rodeo star