Lyrics

Monday morning pouring whiskey
Friday night I’m hauling out
Got a Cummins pulling horses
And a little dust to kick around
I’ve spent half my life on horseback
Chasing numbers on a clock
Three barrels and a heartbeat
And I damn sure know my job

I can handle reins and trouble
Been doing both a while
But there’s something ’bout a cowboy
That can always make me smile

Cowboys make me smile
Yeah, I like ’em rough around the edges
Boots worn down a mile
Little wild and hard to settle
Give me blue jeans, dust and leather
That look that hangs around awhile
I can run my own damn race
But cowboys make me smile

I don’t need one there to save me
I’ve been doing fine alone
I can back that trailer anywhere
And get myself back home
But when one leans against the fence rail
Hat pulled low and taking his time
Well, I might forget for half a second
That I’m here to beat the clock tonight

I’ve got my mind on three clean turns
And putting down some time
Then somebody says, “Nice run, ma’am”
And there goes that damn smile

Cowboys make me smile
Yeah, I like ’em rough around the edges
Boots worn down a mile
Little wild and hard to settle
Give me blue jeans, dust and leather
That look that hangs around awhile
I can run my own damn race
But cowboys make me smile

I don’t need some Casanova
With a line I’ve heard before
I can spot ’em coming easy
From a mile outside the door
But a real one gets me laughing
Without even having tried
Turns my Mona Lisa smile
Into a grin I just can’t hide

Cowboys make me smile
Yeah, the real ones, not the talkers
A little dirt, a little style
And enough sense not to stop her
When she’s headed for the alley
And that gate is opening wide
I can run my own damn race
I’ve been doing that awhile
Yeah, I don’t need a cowboy—
But cowboys make me smile

Three barrels, one good horse
And maybe one cowboy worth my while
Yeah… cowboys make me smile