Verse
E                                    A 
The night was looking better, when I lit up that cigar 
  B 
I left my keys behind me, and I walked down to the bar 
E                                 A 
Buddy Johnson's band was playing, trying to be stars 
   B                                         E 
By pounding on the guitar, and singing about cars 
  E                        A 
I ordered me a cold one, and drank down half a glass 
       B                                           E 
when a pretty little cowgirl, made a pretty little pass 
 
Chorus
A                      E 
Pretty Little Cowgirl, doesn't she look sweet? 
         B 
with her Miss-Me jeans, rhinestone boots 
                     E 
She really makes the scene 
A                      E 
Pretty Little Cowgirl, how can they compete? 
      B 
She's perfect when she looks like that 
                      E 
She's every redneck's dream 
 
Verse
E                                  A 
She led me to the dance floor, and we proceed to swing 
  B                                                    E 
I twirled her a little faster, and I gave her a little fling 
E                                   A 
She spun in place so graceful, then stopped right on the beat 
    B                                              E 
She looks just like an angel, at heaven's meet-and-greet 
 
Chorus
A                      E 
Pretty Little Cowgirl, doesn't she look sweet? 
         B 
with her Miss-Me jeans, rhinestone boots 
                     E 
She really makes the scene 
A                      E 
Pretty Little Cowgirl, how can they compete? 
      B 
She's perfect when she looks like that 
                      E 
She's every redneck's dream 
 
Verse
E                         A 
As the music slowed down, she gave me a wink 
B                                                 E 
"Meet me at the bar, she said, "let's get another drink" 
E                                      A 
I say "What's your pleasure?", 'Cause I'm a gentleman 
B 
She said "I'll have a beer, but not right here, 
                           E 
'Cause my husband's in the band" 
 
Chorus
   A                      E 
Oh Pretty Little Cowgirl, why'd we ever meet? 
          B 
with your Miss-Me jeans, your rhinestone boots 
                    E 
You really made the scene 
A                      E 
Pretty Little Cowgirl, oh I cannot compete! 
          B 
With that big ol-boy, up on that stage, 
                E 
starin' down at me 
 
Outro
A                      E 
Pretty Little Cowgirl, oh they cannot compete 
      B 
You're perfect when you look like that 
                      E 
You're every redneck's dream 
     B 
Yeah you're perfect when you look like that... 
                E 
You're every redneck's dream... Don't worry about it Buddy! 
 
How 'bout I buy you boys a round...