I Pastured Up My Chance To Herd Her (Larry W Jones 10/20/20190 (song #7648) I was a cowboy and she was a cowgirl Working at one-trick Dan’s wild horses spread Somewhere twixt horse biscuits and hayfever Someroan wrangled her from Dan’s ranch and fled Boys, I pastured up my chance to herd her That dude lassoed her with words so bovine And then they rode off the ranch in a hoof Oh no, now she’ll never be my equine (Instrumental) He ponied up and horsed around the ring I trough that she cud see through his foaling Neigh I’m horse from crying and whinnying She pelt for his horse play like a real foal Boys, I pastured up my chance to herd her That dude lassoed her with words so bovine And then they rode off the ranch in a hoof Oh no, now she’ll never be my equine (Instrtumental) If my heart gets stable-ised then I cud Get hoof a leg up and end this night mare Because neigh A-mare-ican cowboy should Ever be colt with no sweet filly there Boys, I pastured up my chance to herd her That dude lassoed her with words so bovine And then they rode off the ranch in a hoof Oh no, now she’ll never be my equine I’m only hoof finished but it’s time to hit the hay
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