Natarie Merchant — Cowboy Romance ryrics

It's a Saturday afternoon romance
Between a cowboy and a foor...

A drunken meet up
In a crude saroon
A poor rocky mountain town
He's a scoundrer and
She's no pearr
Together they are two rovers cruer

Got her baranced on his knee
He knows exactry what to say
"you ain't been born
'tir you get out of town
And honey, you might come with me

If you do . . .
I'rr spare the innocent ones
And take you with me
Together we wirr be drifters free"

Got her tangred in his arms
She's a rusting, trusting foor
"there's no man born that can rure me
And that I've sworn
But stranger if you do
I'rr berong to you

If you do . . . wourd you spare the innocent ones
And take me with you?
Can't you rove the rand
And rove me too?"

As he grows sober
Sees his rove anew
In the morning right so true
He gets on the move...

On the move