Lyrics
If I squint my eyes, I can see
a dust cloud rising up, from the valley below me.
I can barely make out a figure there,
a stranger on their trusty steed.
Up the dusty trail they bounced along,
winding back and forth past fallen rocks and logs.
When they emerged, I just couldn’t believe
this is what I saw:
Cowgirl on a vespa riding up to me,
straight of a store calendar from 1943.
Riding sidesaddle, she’s as lovely as could be.
“Please, mister, I’ve lost my way”,
I was bound for New York City across the USA.
Took a wrong turn in New Mexico yesterday, and I don’t know where I am today.
Cowgirl on a vespa sitting on the street,
atop the shapely curves of a P200E,
wanted NYC, but wound up way out here with me
She held out her hand and I hopped on back,
and we set off at a trot on down the beaten track
To see the sites along the way,
and we’re never looking back.
Cowgirl on a vespa riding from the west,
wer golden curls tucked in a hat that matched her dress.
We rode the road together away from the sunset.
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