HORSE GIRL BROKE Yeah… I know where my paycheck went. And I’d do it again. Payday hit on a Friday night By Saturday morning, it was outta sight Entry fee, stall fee, shavings too Bought a brand-new bridle ’cause I liked the view Truck needs diesel, trailer needs tires Feed bill’s climbing like a five-alarm fire My man asked where all the money went I pointed at my horse and said, “Money well spent” I work all week just to spend it again On four good legs and a tail in the wind I ain’t poor, honey—I’m just horse-girl broke Got a thousand-dollar saddle and a twenty-dollar coat Hay in the barn, no cash in the bank My horse eats better than I do, I think I’ll spend five hundred just to chase that smoke Slide ten feet and come home flat broke I don’t need saving, I don’t need no hope I ain’t poor, honey—I’m just horse-girl broke Horse-girl broke! Yeah, horse-girl broke! Money comes in… To the tack store it goes! Vet said, “Good news, she’s doing just fine” Then handed me a bill that nearly stopped my heart this time Farrier pulled up, there went some more Then UPS left another box at my door My man said, “Girl, don’t you own that bit?” I said, “Not in silver, and it matches my tack set” He counted three saddles hanging inside I said, “Baby, every horse needs options, right?” I can justify anything with reins And make being broke feel like champagne I ain’t poor, honey—I’m just horse-girl broke Got a thousand-dollar saddle and a twenty-dollar coat Hay in the barn, no cash in the bank My horse eats better than I do, I think I’ll spend five hundred just to chase that smoke Slide ten feet and come home flat broke I don’t need saving, I don’t need no hope I ain’t poor, honey—I’m just horse-girl broke I said, “One more show, then I’m done” Okay, maybe two if the first one’s fun One more bridle… One more bit… One more saddle… Yeah, I absolutely needed it Then I looked at my man and smiled real sweet: “Baby… I think I found another horse.” He said, “ANOTHER WHAT?!” Entry fees? Paid. Feed bill? Paid. Vet bill? Eventually. New saddle? Absolutely necessary. My retirement? She’s standing in the barn… eating hay. I AIN’T POOR, HONEY—I’M JUST HORSE-GIRL BROKE! Got more leather than money and that ain’t no joke Coffee in my Yeti, dust on my jeans Living my expensive cowgirl dream Let ’em spin, let ’em slide, let the dirt cloud roll There ain’t no cure when horses own your soul Keep your diamonds, give me reins to hold I ain’t poor, honey—I’m just HORSE-GIRL BROKE! Entry fees! HORSE-GIRL BROKE! Feed bills! HORSE-GIRL BROKE! Vet bills! HORSE-GIRL BROKE! Another saddle? YOU KNOW IT! I AIN’T POOR, HONEY— I’M JUST HORSE-GIRL BROKE! Bank account says, “Girl, please.” Tack store says… “Welcome back.”
