Poor little cowgirl,
From the other side of the tracks,
Married a flatland city boy,
Took him eighteen years to get her off his back.

She thought she had all the answers,
Reminded him every day,
That she didn’t need a college degree,
To raise her family the right way.

She was poor with an attitude,
Said she had it worse than all the rest,
Didn’t care for any old rich boys,
Said a working man was the best.

But she was too busy fighting,
To realize what she had.
She tried to change him from the first day.
It was the first day things went bad.

If she’d only looked a little bit closer,
She’d see that she’d been wrong,
Cause her educated northern boyfriend,
Had been a working man all along.

He was raised …
With a shotgun in his hands.
He got up early every morning,
Checked the trap lines on his land. 
In the springtime he’d buck hay,
And in the summer carry block all day,
Didn’t matter that his daddy was a rich man.

But her temper didn’t allow for compromise,
And her favorite pastime,
It was the one that he despised.
She'd always make him look stupid,
In front of the other guys.