COWBOY CASANOVA [Intro – Deep spoken baritone, slow blues guitar] Mmm… yeah. They say a gentleman never tells… But these old hollers? (Low chuckle) They got stories of their own. [Verse 1 – Smooth, teasing country R&B] Came home from work, said, “Baby, what’s for dinner?” She climbed on that counter with a devilish little grin. Slipped on my Stetson, tipped it down low, Said, “Come get your hat if you want it back, cowboy.” Lord, those curves oughta come with a warning, Got me forgetting I was hungry this morning. She hooked my belt buckle, pulled me her way, Said, “That supper can wait, we’ve got all night to play.” [Pre-Chorus – Bass builds, intimate vocals] She knows I ain’t no saint, never claimed to be, But she loves that little wild streak running through me. She said, “You always talk like you’re the best.” I said, “Darlin’, I ain’t even started yet.” [Chorus – Deep bass, smoky sax fills] I’m your Cowboy Casanova, Little bit of heaven, whole lotta sin. Sweet like honey, smooth like whiskey, Got that trouble underneath my skin. The ridge runners know my name, Ain’t never even seen my face. When her voice rolls through the holler, They know who’s keeping her awake. Yeah, Cowboy Casanova… And she loves this cowboy’s ways. [Verse 2 – Playful, confident swagger] I loosened up my belt, she gave that wicked smile, Said, “Cowboy, you ain’t used that in a while.” She held out her hands, said, “Show me what you know,” I said, “Baby, I learned my knots a long time ago.” She said, “What’s a king-size bed need four posts for?” I tipped my hat, said, “What you reckon, darlin’?” She laughed and pulled me closer by my shirt, Said, “Boy, that silver tongue’s gonna get you hurt.” [Pre-Chorus 2 – Low, seductive] I can tie a knot with my hands, that’s nothing new, But I got a couple other tricks I can do. She said, “What else you got, cowboy? Come on.” I tied a cherry stem with my tongue before the song was gone. [Chorus – Full country R&B groove] I’m your Cowboy Casanova, Little bit of heaven, whole lotta sin. Sweet like honey, smooth like whiskey, Got that trouble underneath my skin. The ridge runners know my name, Ain’t never even seen my face. When her voice rolls through the holler, They know who’s keeping her awake. Yeah, Cowboy Casanova… And she loves this cowboy’s ways. [Bridge – Instruments drop, intimate spoken baritone] Now, baby… I can open your door, Pull out your chair, Treat you like a queen anywhere. But that look you’re giving me? (Low chuckle) Even the crickets know better Than to interrupt tonight. [Short smoky tenor sax solo – 8 seconds] [Final Chorus – Deep bass returns] Cowboy Casanova, Little bit of heaven, whole lotta sin. She stole my hat and stole my heart, And I’d let her do it all again. The ridge runners know my name, Ain’t never even seen my face. And every time she calls me cowboy, I fall right back into her embrace. [Outro – Spoken, guitar fades] Mmm… So, baby… About that dinner… (Soft chuckle) Guess we’re ordering takeout. [End]
