Lace and Rawhide Cowboy Song
As he rode into town he saw her standing there
With a sweet smile on her face and a lonely heart to share
His looks were kind but his skin was rough
From the sun and the weather
And he was used to the smell use leather
She was sweet perfume and the softer side
She was lace and he is rawhide
He got there about sundown, stirring up the dust
As their eyes met, was it love or sudden lust
She was used to champaign and caviar
He liked a nickel beer and smoked a cheap cigar
And the looks the lady gave him made it worth the ride
She was lace and he is rawhide
And later in her room was the smell of sweet perfume
Was it wonder lust that they both consumed
Her bed was satin sheets, his was a bed roll and tarp
And that night they made love to a angel's harp
She took her cowboy to the other side
She is lace and he is rawhide
Now she is a woman with a woman's needs and desires
And he is a gentleman enflamed with her wild fire
Where would it take him, what would his fate be
Her love in the morning light he could see
When he left in the morning on his lonesome ride
She is lace and he is rawhide
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