This little lady down in Texas tight tank top and a tan

Rockin' True Religion britches drinking beer in a can

She was too hot to two-step I was too dumb to just leave her alone

But I made up my mind and I felt the fever coming on

Kinda getting hot



My knuckles turned white and my neck turned red

My one good eye rolled straight back in my head

It makes a Texas tornado seem like a cool breeze

I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease



I was online away from scoring a win

But I was two shots shy of three sheets to the wind

I must've drank a hundred dollars sitting there just trying to work up the nerve

Well one more Jager for my jitters and I was stagger-reaching over to her

I really couldn't walk that good



Well exuse me there honay kinda's trippin' all over myself

Oh lordy, oh boy, here we go again



Talking like Mel T-T-Tillis I said w-what's your n-name

She said you ain't no player boy and I ain't no g-game

But you are kinda cute so when you're feeling better give me a call

And with her black eye-liner she wrote her number on my trembling palm



My knees started shaking I was breaking out a sweat

Trying to memorize her number 'cause my hand was getting wet

I was showing the symptoms looking for a remedy

I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease

Aw, I got that mad cowboy disease



Little hoof in the mouth

Makes ya' tongue hang out all the way to the floor

Down on hands & knees beggin' like a hungry dog

What do ya mean get off my knees

I kinda' like it down here anybody got a leash

Startin' to get a little rabid if ya know what I mean