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.
