I Pastured Up My Chance To Herd Her

I Pastured Up My Chance To Herd Her (Larry W Jones 10/20/20190 (song #7648)I was a cowboy and she was a cowgirlWorking at one-trick Dan’s wild horses spreadSomewhere twixt horse biscuits and hayfeverSomeroan wrangled her from Dan’s ranch and fledBoys, I pastured up my chance to herd herThat dude lassoed her with words so bovineAnd then they rode off the ranch in a hoofOh no, now she’ll never be my equine(Instrumental)He ponied up and horsed around the ringI trough that she cud see through his foalingNeigh I’m horse from crying and whinnyingShe pelt for his horse play like a real foalBoys, I pastured up my chance to herd herThat dude lassoed her with words so bovineAnd then they rode off the ranch in a hoofOh no, now she’ll never be my equine(Instrtumental)If my heart gets stable-ised then I cudGet hoof a leg up and end this night mareBecause neigh A-mare-ican cowboy shouldEver be colt with no sweet filly thereBoys, I pastured up my chance to herd herThat dude lassoed her with words so bovineAnd then they rode off the ranch in a hoofOh no, now she’ll never be my equineI’m only hoof finished but it’s time to hit the hay Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.