She wears a worn felt hat and dark wash jeans knows how to pull a calf and what a handshake means she's rough and tumble as double barbed wire as hot to handle as a branding fire
She's a buckaroo, buck 'em out, buck the system kind of girl mud on her boots and dust in her curls she'll raise the flag, raise a gun, 1880's in her blood she's as cowboy as they come
she can back a trailer, change her own oil sink a fence post deep into rocky soil she'll fix anything with spit and twine not afraid to ride every kind of line
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She'll throw 'em down, throw 'em back, and throw the Houlihan task by task she'll match the work of any man