I go from coast to coast
in one big haze
I sell a line of clothes
for pregnancies
and newborn babies
I drive my Pontiac
through dreary nights
and diaper days
but deep in my seat I know--
The cowgirls go to Santo Domingo
Big red hats, spurs on their heels
Cowgirls go to Santo Domingo
and where they go...
I've got two rolls above my belt
that touch the steering wheel
I've got a set of twitches
to remind myself
I'm still here
The wife and kids are home
with catalogs and TV meals
but deep in my seat I know, I know --
The cowgirls go to Santo Domingo
White lace gloves,
burns on their elbows
Cowgirls go to Santo Domingo
and where they go...
Headlights stab
as the girls undress
Those are my dreams
on the windshield, I guess
Small looms large
like a hole in the tooth
And my fat heart breaks
to admit the truth
So I go from coast to coast
and back
in twenty days
I will sell them
their distractions
They pay me -- I buy my own
The road is clear
My eyes cry
freeze-dried coffee
Instant tears but
deep in my seat I --
Deep in the South I --
Up on the screen
I know, I know
I know.
The cowgirls go to Santo Domingo
Big red hats, spurs on their heels
Cowgirls go to Santo Domingo
and where they go I'll follow
Cowgirls go to Santo Domingo
and where they go,
I'm there.
Lyrics Submitted by Richard Gagnon