She was standing in the shadows at a late night country bar
Hiding from the bright lights where the pretty people are
She was all tricked out in leather her lips were fire red
Green eyes and hair as black as coal her hips could raise the dead.
There was something special ‘bout her she looked so out of place
She caught me staring at her a smile came to her face
We spent the whole night talking time went by so fast
How could I know she had a plan to make the morning last.
As the light of dawn came calling a chill was in the air
But when passion’s burning white hot then sparks begin to flare
Yes my heart was in her pocket but her tattoo changed my song
Two tiny spurs above the words when the right horse comes along.
She whispered I don’t wear hats and I never wear boots
Never owned chaps never learned how to shoot
I’ll never two step to those sad country songs
But I always keep my spurs on cause you never know
When the right horse comes along.
Just like the spider and the fly I was drawn into her web
Was I just another victim keeps running through my head.
Some night out in the country when the moon is riding high
You too might meet a stranger dark haired with emerald eyes
If your pulse begins to quicken you believe your dream’s come true
My advise keep one eye open and check for that tattoo.
If she says I don’t wear hats and I never wear boots
Never owned chaps never learned how to shoot
I’ll never two step to those sad country songs
But I always keep my spurs on cause you never know
When the right horse comes along.
But I always keep my spurs on cause you never know
When the right horse comes along.
Some night out in the country when the moon is riding high.
