Followin’ the stars through the honky-tonks and bars   Dream away on a country music pride   Start the evenin’ by myself   You can bet by the hour of twelve   Gonna have a pretty painted lady by my side   Talkin’ ‘bout a pretty pained lady by my side      Now, I’ll tell that women how it used to be   When the west was wild and the land was free   How a western word would travel for a country mile   Then one day when the drug stores came   It forced my hand to playing the truckin’ game   Wishing to be a cowboy all the while   Yes, I was wishing to be a cowboy all the while      Painted lady, tell me of the past gone by   Hold me like the open range and ride me high   Listenin’ to the days when your dress was made of calico or gingham   And the man was a man…      Painted lady with your painted face, tell me ‘bout your life in this painted place   Tell me with your lovin’ lips – and lovin’ eyes   I can feel the pain, I can see the fears   On the painted cheeks that hide the tears   Of a lovely, lonesome cowgirl in disguise   Talkin’ ‘bout a lovely, lonesome cowgirl in disguise      Painted lady, tell me of the past gone by   Hold me like the open range and ride me high   Listenin’ to the days when your dress was made of calico or gingham   And the man was a man…