there s a puritan who lives in my head who wants to lay roses down on every single word you ve said who wants to be guided by some strange lullaby she swore she heard you singing she wants to coat every wall in a white coat of paint she wants to go down on you as an offering to the saints she wants to put her back into them things that been breaking you all in the name of healing but she knows something s missing cowgirls cowgirls go on and get your blues cowgirls cowgirls go on and get your go on and get your blues there s a woman in me that sees the fire while the rest see smoke she hears the painful truth at the root of your dirty jokes she wants to claim owner to the man sleeping inside of you while the boy runs wicked but she knows something s missing cowgirls cowgirls go on and get your blues cowgirls cowgirls go on and get your go on and get your blues you know i would have gone over there to see you on the west side we d lay our weapons down i hope you meet me some time you know i would have gone over there to see you on the east side we d lay our weapons down i hope you see me some time cowgirls cowgirls go on and get your blues cowgirls cowgirls go on and get your go on and get your blues
['alternative americana']