Painted Lady

Followin the stars through the honky-tonks and bars Dream away on a country music pride Start the evenin by myself You can bet by the hour of twelve Gonna have a pretty painted lady by my side Talkin bout a pretty pained lady by my side Now, I'll tell that women how it used to be When the west was wild and the land was free How a western word would travel for a country mile Then one day when the drug stores came It forced my hand to playing the truckin game Wishing to be a cowboy all the while Yes, I was wishing to be a cowboy all the while Painted lady, tell me of the past gone by Hold me like the open range and ride me high Listenin to the days when your dress was made of calico or gingham And the man was a man Painted lady with your painted face, tell me bout your life in this painted place Tell me with your lovin lips and lovin eyes I can feel the pain, I can see the fears On the painted cheeks that hide the tears Of a lovely, lonesome cowgirl in disguise Talkin bout a lovely, lonesome cowgirl in disguise Painted lady, tell me of the past gone by Hold me like the open range and ride me high Listenin to the days when your dress was made of calico or gingham And the man was a man