A Cowgirl's Anthem:

With cold piercin' eyes that cut like a knife, her soul is filled with heartache, anger and strife.
Never once complaining, whining, or crying - just hard dedication persistance and trying.
She once roamed the lands of flat dusty plains, now filled with cars, highways and trains.
No high-heeled shoes or fancy ole dresses, just dusty old boots and a hat she possesses.
Her ole' worn out saddle and faded blue jeans are a part of her life and Texas-sized dreams.
She's a cowgirl by day and lady by night, She never gives up - always fighting her fight.
Never lettin' anyone knock her down, she's the queen of the rodeo, her Stetson her crown.
Her horse is her castle, her saddle her throne, she's a true hard-core cowgirl right to the bone.
Well she's a part of a rare breed, dont you see?
She's a cowgirl alright, and always will be.