I felt the rush of the Rio Grande into Yellowstone
And I've seen first-hand Niagra Falls
And the lights of Vegas
I've criss-crossed down to Key Biscayane
And Chi-town via Bangor, Maine
Think I've seen it all
And all I can say is

How 'bout them cowgirls?
Boys, ain't they somthing?
Sure are some proud girls
And you can't tell 'em nothing
And I tell you right now, girls
May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world
But how 'bout them cowgirls?

She's riding colts in Steamboat Springs
Bailing hay outside Abilene
She's trying hard
To fit in in some city
But her home is 'neath that big, blue sky
And the Northern Plains and those other wide open spaces
Now days there ain't as many

How 'bout them cowgirls?
Boys, ain't they somthing?
Sure are some proud girls
And you can't tell 'em nothing
And I tell you right now, girls
May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world
But how 'bout them cowgirls?

Boy, she don't need you and she don't need me
She can do just fine on her own two feet
But she wants a man who wants her to be herself
And she'll never change, don't know how to hide
Her stubborn will or her fighting side
But you treat her right and she'll love you like no one else

Yeah, how 'bout them cowgirls?
Boys, ain't they something?
Sure are some proud girls
But you can't beat their loving
And I'll tell you right now, girls
May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world
But how 'bout them cowgirls?

How 'bout them boys?