WANTED: ONE COWBOY

Wanted: One Cowboy

She wandered inside my little shop
One day in Newfoundland
Said she was 'window shopping'
Looking for a man;
She said "I've got the hat
And even bought the boots
A cowboy vest in denim
Would make me look so cute."

I asked if I could help her
Find something we might sell
To add to her wardrobe
To be a Southern belle;
"I've got it all, even chaps"
She said loud & clear
"I just need a cowboy
Like a herd needs a steer."

Well, I was rather quiet then
As I saw her stop to look
In the mirror on our wall
Like one would read a book;
She saw the lines in her face
She put her hat back on
And she left my little shop
In the middle of the morn.

I saw her later on that week
A tall man by her side
Perhaps she'd found her Cowboy
And he'd make her his bride;
His hat was white and faded
Like the gal on his arm
He strummed his old guitar
Full of southern charm.

I often wondered if she found
What she went shopping for
And if he treats her special
When she walks in the door;
With her fancy chaps and vest
Cowgirl hat with brim
I hope she found her Cowboy
And she's in love with him.