The Cowboy And The Lady

In the airport lounge she sat In a fancy feathered hat The grandest lady I had ever seen Outside the heavy rains Had grounded all the planes So I asked her if she'd like some company In my rhinestone studded suit My cowboy hat and boots I must have been a sight for her to see But she said, "Pull up a chair" As she fumbled with her hair A more unlikely pair you'll never see I was Mogen Davis wine She was Chablis '59 But there we sat, the cowboy and the lady She was evenings at the Opera And summers in Paree I was Grand Ole Op'ry, Nashville, Tennessee The cowboy and the lady As different as could be But it seemed so right That rainy night in Tennessee And somewhere in between Her Harvey's Bristol Cream And the beer I drank and the easy company We somehow came together For a night of stormy weather Now there's a little bit of cla*s in this old cowboy There's a little bit of cowboy in the lady The cowboy and the lady As different as could be But it seemed so right That rainy night in Tennessee Somehow came together For a night of stormy weather Now there's a little bit of cla*s in this old cowboy There's a little bit of cowboy in the lady