Friday night bout ten o'clock Packed house, line around the block The bands rockin' the dance floors full Their crankin' up the speed on the mechanical bull Line 'em up right across the bar Look out party's really 'bout to start The bar tender shouts OK who's next The place goes crazy, well what did you expect
Cowboy tequila Cowboy tequila There ain't nothing in this whole wide world That drives me wild Like a sexy cowgirl Shootin cowboy Cowboy tequila
Here comes Suzie with her girl friends She's kinda shy except for the weekends A lick of salt from her long tanned neck A hit of lemon straight from her lips
Shot 1 head spins Shot 2 kicks in Shot 3 I'm on my knees Shot 4 on the floor and I want more more
I wake up with a hammer in my head I swear I'll never do that again Phone rings it Suzie on the line I guess it wouldn't hurt me Just one more time
Cowboy tequila Cowboy tequila There ain't nothing in this whole wide world quite like a Cowboy tequila Cowboy tequila There ain't nothing in this whole world That spins my spurs like a sexy cowgirl shootin' cowboy Cowboy tequila Cowboy tequilaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
