She wanted to be a cowboy,
She was shootin' 'em down
She was tramping around

He walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes
"There's a nice pool at my motel-you want to go for a swim?"
That night he moved in

The time between meeting and finally leaving is
Sometimes called falling in love
The time between meeting and finally leaving is
Sometimes called falling in love

At night she'd wait for the sound of his feet on the doormat
The sound of his hand on the doorknob
The sound of her heart beating in her head
He'd go out playing nickel slots, cause he knew he'd lose
She didn't know, so she couldn't choose

One night while sleeping alone in her bed,
The phone rang, she woke up, and say and said,
"What time is it? What time is it?"

"Well, it's 5:30 here and it's 2:30 there,
And I won't be home tonight," he said

Chorus

Now she sits in a booth in a diner
Waiting for someone to take her order
Waiting for someone to come and sit down

She rubs the smudge off the photograph, puts it back into her purse
The grey sky was romantic cause he was holding her hand
He was her man

Chorus

She wanted to be a cowboy
She was shootin' 'em down
She was tramping around