In the airport lounge she sat, in a fancy feathered hat
The grandest lady I had ever seen
Outside the heavy rain, had grounded all the planes
So I asked her if she`d like some company
In my rhinestone studded suit, my cowboy hat and boots
I must have been a sight for her to see
But she said, Pull up a chair, and she fumbled with her hair
A more unlikely pair you`ll never see
I was Mogen Davis wine, she was Chablis `59
but there we sat, the cowboy and the lady.
She was evenings at the opera, and summers in Paree
I was Grand Ole Op`ry, Nashville, Tennesee
The cowboy and the lady, as diff`rent as could be
But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennesee
And somewhere in between her Harvey`s Bristol Cream
and the beer I drank and the easy company
We somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather
Now there`s a little bit of class in this old cowboy.
There`s a little bit of cowboy in the lady.
The cowboy and the lady, as diff`rent as could be
But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennesee
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We somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather
Now there`s a little bit of class in this old cowboy.
There`s a little bit of cowboy in the lady.