Cowgirls on Parade

Ontana lives for ponytails and buckin' britches
A knack for catchin' outlaw gangs and blowing kisses
The sense to use her quick wits in a time of dismay
On stage they pose as glamour girls in glittered Stetsons
At night they’re playing amateur frontier detectives
Sure shots with prairie dogs, they’re riding wranglers for days
When the sun goes down guts and gumption they thrill you
Using Texas charm bikinis kill-kill-kill you
From the st-stampede to the stage
Cowgirls on parade (We don’t stop and they don’t stop, hey)
Cowgirls on parade (We don’t stop and they don’t stop, hey)
Pushing hard for Texas wild west shows and stars that spangle
Making cherry bombs from small town girls and fallen angels
Playing rodeos, county fairs, and noon matinees
Catching crooks at night while saving southern belles in peril
From Rhinestone Cattle Queens to roping calves and racing barrels
Tracking villains, thieves, and bandits as the sun fades away
When the sun goes down guts and gumption they thrill you
Using Texas charm bikinis kill-kill-kill you
From the stampede to the stage
Cowgirls on parade (We don’t stop and they don’t stop, hey)
Cowgirls on parade (We don’t stop and they don’t stop, hey)
When the sun goes down guts and gumption they thrill you
Using Texas charm bikinis kill-kill-kill you
From the st-stampede to the stage
Cowgirls on parade (We don’t stop and they don’t stop, hey)
Cowgirls on parade (We don’t stop and they don’t stop, hey)
Cowgirls on parade (We don’t stop and they don’t stop, hey)
Cowgirls on parade (We don’t stop and they don’t stop, hey)