Born to be a Cowgirl

City lights burn bright, but they don’t call my name, I’m dreamin’ of the open range, where wild hearts ain’t tame. Grandpa spun tales of West Texas skies, Ridin’ with the cowboys, with fire in their eyes. I was born to be a cowgirl, chasin’ stars on the range, Herdin’ cattle, dust a-flyin’, feelin’ freedom’s change. Ropin’ with my Grandpa, under that big Texas moon, Born to be a cowgirl, my heart’s singin’ that tune. I see campfires glowin’, hear the lonesome coyote call, Saddle up at sunrise, ridin’ proud and standin’ tall. Grandpa’s old stories, they pull me to the West, Where the wind’s my compass, and my soul’s at its best. I was born to be a cowgirl, chasin’ stars on the range, Herdin’ cattle, dust a-flyin’, feelin’ freedom’s change. Ropin’ with my Grandpa, under that big Texas moon, Born to be a cowgirl, my heart’s singin’ that tune. Desk job’s got me tethered, city walls closin’ in, But my heart’s still gallopin’, where the wide plains begin. I’m caught between the skyline and the trails I long to roam, A cowgirl’s soul inside me, callin’ Texas home. I was born to be a cowgirl, chasin’ stars on the range, Herdin’ cattle, dust a-flyin’, feelin’ freedom’s change. Ropin’ with my Grandpa, under that big Texas moon, Born to be a cowgirl, my heart’s singin’ that tune. But horns keep blarin’, city streets pull me back, My herd’s just a traffic jam, stuck on this concrete track. Still, my heart’s out there, ridin’ where the wild winds soar, I’m a cowgirl deep inside, dreamin’ forevermore. I was born to be a cowgirl, chasin’ stars on the range, Herdin’ cattle, dust a-flyin’, feelin’ freedom’s change. Ropin’ with my Grandpa, under that big Texas moon, Born to be a cowgirl, my heart’s singin’ that tune. Born to be a cowgirl, ridin’ free in my dreams…