Lyrics:

I was leaning on the bar

With a glass half empty
Washing off the dust
When she brushed up against me
She was soft and pretty
Everything that I'm not
She said, 'You look lonesome'
I said, 'Yeah, I get that a lot'
I was born headed west
When we met

I had mud on my boots

And my hat stained with sweat
Lines on my face
And miles of regret
But my silver belt buckle
Still caught her eye
The only thing I've got
That still got its shine
Yeah, she knew I was a cowboy
A long shot at best
But she knew I was a cowboy

When we met
She had a mind made up

Both hands on the wheels
Her bags in the back
Of that old Oldsmobile
Left her tears on the pocket
Of my pearl button shirt
I whispered I loved her
But I don't think she heard
But she knew I was a cowboy
Not what she needed I guess
But she knew I was a cowboy
When we met
Yeah, she knew I was a cowboy

When she left