Cowboy’s Back In Town
Written by: Trace Adkins, Kenny Beard, and Jeff Bates
Nobody knows where she goes every other weekend
Monday mornin’ she’s back at work
With a smile on her face again
They ask but she don’t tell
Cause she’s keepin’ him to herself
Chorus:
He rolls in like a southwest wind
Hot off of the plains
She needs the love he brings
Like a desert needin’ rain
This high-rise life she’s a livin’
Is beginnin’ to get her down
But it’s all better now
Cause her cowboy’s back in town
So far the way things are works for both of them
He’s tried time after time to take her home with him
She says one day she might
And it might be tonight
Repeat Chorus
Back in town
It’s getting’ harder to be apart
Cause that cowboy owns her heart
He rolls in like a southwest wind
Hot off of the plains
She needs the love he brings
Like a desert needin’ rain
This high-rise life she’s a livin’
Is beginnin’ to get her down
But it’s all better now
So much better now
It’s all better now
Cause her cowboy’s back in town
Her cowboy’s back in town
Nobody knows where she goes every other weekend
When Monday mornin’ rolls back around
She won’t be comin’ in
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