You're a horse of course   and you're racing by   I'm swinging these strings to get you   but you're far to sly      This red mahogany    is the saddle that you've thrown off   I'm alone in the dust    you kicked up trying not to cough      'Cause I'm a green cowgirl    trying to lasso you in   With these six strings    I'm all caught up in      I scream words to beckon you   but no words can capture you    I'm choking on nothing    my words are too thin and too few      All this crying and still    no song inside can capture the white   I can't see through the blue of me    under this lone desert sky      'Cause I'm a green cowgirl    trying to lasso you in   With these six strings    I'm all caught up in      Maybe I should try to tie up something new   You're to wild   but I know you're the host    with the most crazy brain child