As a child growing up in the Midwest
She spent her time with the cowboy boys
"A cowboy!" New kids would say. She'd snort in reply

They would run in the fields
and play make believe
They had slingshots and BB Guns
And sometimes they'd let everyone compete, even she

She almost never won
But Alex never left her behind
The most authentic cowboy of them all
had manners and build that made the girls swoon

A tomboy, she wore pants to church on Sunday
Close as a family, her town always laughed
And then she grew up and was confined to cinched waists
And Al grew up, learning how to drown in a bottle

Alex knew how to use a lasso
He could shoot a bottle fifty paces away
And he never had eyes for any girl
Any girl, except for her. Her and his horse, Tess.

Al loved living the cowboy life, he had a drawl and lasso and mare
Then one day, he didn't come home,
He'd been going to get her a beautiful band, but fell off of Tess
She loved him so much

She fiercely wished he wasn’t a cowboy

Why?

Because cowboys always wound up wild, drunk, dangerous, then dead