The wash needed hanging and I decided nothing else on this place needed clothes today. Come pin the last corner with me, cowboy.
The wash needed hanging and I decided nothing else on this place needed clothes today. Come pin the last corner with me, cowboy.
The corn pit out at the pumpkin patch claimed me before the pig races even started — kernels in places I won't mention on a family feed. Come dig me out, cowboy.
Drove east for Andover Days and found the whole little town out celebrating — parade's done, my lemonade's cold, and this tailgate has one empty spot on it. Come fill it, cowboy.
Spent the whole day at the World Dairy Expo in Madison — the trade show finally opened and I walked every booth twice, watched the cattle show till my feet gave out. Now I'm back in my room with these overalls doing a whole lot less work than they did this morning. Come finish what the day started, cowboy.
Oktoberfest kicks off downtown tomorrow and my outfit finally came in — the laces are putting up one heck of a fight and I'm losing on purpose. Tell me you'd tighten them for me, cowboy.
Found a dairy farm outside town that opened its barns for the season and I watched the milking demo twice — no shame about it one bit. Come split this glass with me, cowboy.
Last day of the renaissance festival and I've been in this corset since the gates opened — jousting, turkey legs, and a bodice that has opinions of its own. Come claim this fence with me, cowboy.
Table's up, pot's on, and the other seventy-nine teams should be nervous. Come find my spot before the line does, cowboy.
Couldn't sit still on the farm with the whole festival weekend coming, so I drove in and found the river all lit up. The Keeper looks good in the dark, but I'm not watching it alone. Come stand at this railing with me, cowboy.
Got it in my head to enter the downtown chili cookoff this weekend and now my kitchen looks like a war zone. Three test batches in and I think batch two is the one. Come be my taste tester, cowboy.