Sweetheart of the Trailride

(written by J. Cowan)

She's the sweetheart of the trailride,
she's a country western queen.
She makes the rounds to all the rodeos.
All the cowboy's know her name,
each one's took her out one time.
She'll dance all night if you'll just buy the wine.

She's tried to love a few times,
one time it was me.
But love it something she just can't feel.
All the dance hall owners know her,
and they're glad to see her come.
Stag women help put money in the till

See her heart's growing older,
though her face still looks the same.
The scars are on the inside, don't you see?
She'll smile and hold you gently,
and she'll let you take her home,
but when you're finished, bring her home to me.

Tight fittin' western clothes
and long shiny hair,
a pretty picture when the lights are dim.
But in the sunshine of the morning the
cowboy always rides away.
Hard to tell who's more ashamed, him or her?

And I don't care what your name is,
and I don't want to see your face.
I gave up fightin' for her long ago.
But don't have pity on me, save that pity for yourself,
cause there's things about her friend that you don't know!

See her heart's growing older,
though her face still looks the same.
The scars are on the inside, don't you see?
She'll smile and hold you gently,
and she'll let you take her home,
but when you're finished, bring her home to me.
Yeah, when you're finished, please bring her home to me!