Craig McClelland Music

Lyrics

Well, I knew she was a Texan by the Cow Head on her car.
And I knew with just a look that she was gonna take me far.
Soon we were singing Karaoke in an Amarillo bar.
And I knew she was a Texan by the Cow Head on her car.

And I knew she was a Texan by the music that she played.
And the way she carried on with some demented serenade.
A strange and maddening trope that left me awkward and afraid.
And I knew she was a Texan by the music that she played.

She had a Cow Head, Cow Head.
Moo, Moo.
She had a Cow Head, Cow Head.
Moo, Moo.
She had a Cow Head, Cow Head.
Moo, Moo.
I think I love her!

Well, I knew she was a Texan by the kind of clothes she wore.
And the whip she carried proudly like some crazed ambassador.
To a world of pain and pleasure just like I was looking for.
And I knew she was a Texan by the kind of clothes she wore.

Well, I knew she was a Texan by the Cow Head on her car.
And I knew with just a look that she was gonna take me far.
Soon we were singing Karaoke in an Amarillo bar.
And I knew she was a Texan by the Cow Head on her car.

She had a Cow Head, Cow Head.
Moo, Moo.
She had a Cow Head, Cow Head.
Moo, Moo.
She had a Cow Head, Cow Head.
Moo, Moo.
I think I love her!

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