I rode my horse for hours and hours and hours
dressed in my red cowgirl hat and black cowgirl boots
With my vest
and fringed skirt

He was smooth
with a white body and black patches
and a soft, long blonde mane
He had leather reins and a leather saddle
and rocked within a red glider

He looked a lot like our real horse
named Patches...
Only Patches threw Sally and she broke her arm
so he left us to live somewhere else.

I always wanted to be a cowgirl
and ride off into the sunset.