We sat by the campfire and spied on each other.
In some ways she reminded me of my own mother
the way she took care of the men all around
dishing their food first so they could chow down.

Sometimes things don't work out too well
forget it, go on and say What The Hell.

She's quite a cowgirl, the way she could ride,
she handled her horse with a great sense of pride.
She blended right in, and was one of the boys.
She shielded herself from the flirts with great poise.

Our eyes met again and this time she stared.
Her looks were intense and flavored with care.
She approached me and asked if I wanted some more
with my plate half full, I said Yes to the floor.

Sometimes things don't work out too well
forget it, go on and say What The Hell.

She told me she was named after her Grandma Hemmer.
I told her my name, but then started to stammer
my name is Cur Curt, but please call me Tex.
Then I clammed up tight, how'd I get into this mess.

She laughed as she saw I was bashful and shy
I had trouble just looking her straight in the eye
She seemed to enjoy her control over me
She playfully poked me as all could see.

She stopped in her tracks and asked my last name
I told her it's Roids and hers could be the same
Oh no she said laughing that certainly won't work
If we married, then I'd be Hemmer Roids, you jerk!

Sometimes things don't work out too well
forget it, go on and say What The Hell.