He was her part time lover, even though he was her only one
A man you could love
But she’d never let him know…she had a full time heart
Although her strings had some wear and tear throughout her years
She wasn’t going to let him put her heart in his pocket
No, she wasn’t about to give her heart away
She’d play it cool, never let him see her fears
Pretend she was tough, never cry or show any tears
He was a man, raised right by his mother
He’d lay a rose upon her pillow
He was a man like no other
There ain’t nothin’ better
then a cowboy lover
His name was Jesse from Montana
He had skin the color of lightly roasted coffee from being out in the sun so much
His smile, a bit crooked, made him look a bit mischievous in a teasing sort of manner
It could knock your socks off if you gazed too long
She met him at a little café’ in Big Sky, Montana
leaning against the counter like a long, tall drink of cool water
Boots, hat and all the makins'of a real cowboy
She had slayed the paper dragons of her past, put them all behind her
She was bold and brave; asked for his number...
which he willingly gave, with a smile, a little bit crooked,
a bit mischievous in a teasing sort of manner
They’d cuddle in their blanket under the stars and the moonlite
listening to Hank Williams songs drinking coffee around their campfire
telling stories from their pasts; laughing, snuggling
Before she’d go to sleep at night, he’d kiss her cheek and hold her close in his arms
One night as she lay in his arms, he stroked her cheek with his tender touch,
kissed her lips and held her tight
He said, “What would you do if I asked
"Ask what”, she said?
"Little lady, do you know I love you, would you kindly be my wife”?
When he said that to her that wonderful nite under the stars
she realized...
She wanted him, to put her heart in his pocket
That was the night she gave her heart away
She wasn’t playin’ it cool , she let him see her fears
She wasn’t really all that tough...
Then, she cried and showed him her tears
He was a real man, raised right by his mother
He laid a rose upon her pillow
He really was a man like no other
Nope, there sure ain’t nothin’ better
then a cowboy lover
~The Sweet End~
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
He was her part time lover, even though he was her only one
A man you could love
But she’d never let him know…she had a full time heart
Although her strings had some wear and tear throughout her years
She wasn’t going to let him put her heart in his pocket
No, she wasn’t about to give her heart away
She’d play it cool, never let him see her fears
Pretend she was tough, never cry or show any tears
He was a man, raised right by his mother
He’d lay a rose upon her pillow
He was a man like no other
There ain’t nothin’ better
then a cowboy lover
His name was Jesse from Montana
He had skin the color of lightly roasted coffee from being out in the sun so much
His smile, a bit crooked, made him look a bit mischievous in a teasing sort of manner
It could knock your socks off if you gazed too long
She met him at a little café’ in Big Sky, Montana
leaning against the counter like a long, tall drink of cool water
Boots, hat and all the makins'of a real cowboy
She had slayed the paper dragons of her past, put them all behind her
She was bold and brave; asked for his number...
which he willingly gave, with a smile, a little bit crooked,
a bit mischievous in a teasing sort of manner
They’d cuddle in their blanket under the stars and the moonlite
listening to Hank Williams songs drinking coffee around their campfire
telling stories from their pasts; laughing, snuggling
Before she’d go to sleep at night, he’d kiss her cheek and hold her close in his arms
One night as she lay in his arms, he stroked her cheek with his tender touch,
kissed her lips and held her tight
He said, “What would you do if I asked
"Ask what”, she said?
"Little lady, do you know I love you, would you kindly be my wife”?
When he said that to her that wonderful nite under the stars
she realized...
She wanted him, to put her heart in his pocket
That was the night she gave her heart away
She wasn’t playin’ it cool , she let him see her fears
She wasn’t really all that tough...
Then, she cried and showed him her tears
He was a real man, raised right by his mother
He laid a rose upon her pillow
He really was a man like no other
Nope, there sure ain’t nothin’ better
then a cowboy lover
~The Sweet End~
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