(anita cochran)
Staring out my window, who is that I see
He sure does look familar, and hes wearing boots and jean
Cant tell you where I saw him, was it on a late night screen
A cowboy in this citys something I aint never seen
Hes kockin on the door of my two room flat
Do I let him in, what I would give to love a man like that
He walks that western walk, he talks that southern talk
He rides that rodeo, he come from san antonio
Hes drivin a big ole cadillac
Hey, I could love a man like that
Yes, I could love a man like that
He takes me by the hand as he leads me out the door
I say good-bye ole city, I wont be back here no more
Well I moved here from the country thought Id try and get ahead
Oh but every road Ive takens headed other ways instead
But Ive packed up my belongings, and hes handing me the keys
Im headed to the moutains with the man of my dreams
He walks that western walk, he talks that southern talk
He rides that rodeo, he come from san antonio
Hes drivin a big ole cadillac
Hey, I could love a man like that
Yes, I could love a man like that
Now you may think Im crazy but I just cant explain
Theres something about a cowboy that drives this girl insane
He walks that western walk, he talks that southern talk
He rides that rodeo, he come from san antonio
Hes drivin a big ole cadillac
Hey, I could love a man like that
Yes, I could love a man like that
