Girls
Words and Music by Bee Branch
Tell you a story
‘Bout a woman you might know
Some of you know her quite well
A natural cowgirl who
Rode a big sawhorse,
Shooting and roping herself
She had dreams of other cowgirls
But it seemed there were
None in the world
Tell you a story ‘bout a boy
That you might know
Some of you know him too well
A natural lady, built to wear high heels
(Details he kept to himself)
He had dreams of similar girls
But it seemed he was
The only one in the world
I’m all alone, one of a kind,
Nobody else is like me
Trying to blend in and be like the others,
Failing so miserably
I have dreams of other cowgirls,
But it seems there are none in the world
So they went to the city to look for
Some cowgirls
And seven foot ladies in heels
There were big girls in small trucks,
Small girls with big bucks
Grown men who know their chenille
They had dreams of similar girls
And it seems they’re all over the world!
(You just gotta know where to look.)
Standing behind that Bush over there,
No telling who you might see
Walking upstairs with unmovable hair,
You never know where we might be
We have dreams of similar cowgirls
And it seems
Thank God! We’re all over the world!
