mad cowboy disease

this little lady down in texas tight tank top and a tan

rockin' true religion britches drinking beer in a can

she was too hot to two-step i was too dumb to just leave her alone

but i made up my mind and i felt the fever coming on

kinda getting hot

my knuckles turned white and my neck turned red

my one good eye rolled straight back in my head

it makes a texas tornado seem like a cool breeze

i can feel it coming over me

mad cowboy disease

i was online away from scoring a win

but i was two shots shy of three sheets to the wind

i must've drank a hundred dollars sitting there just trying to work up the nerve

well one more jager for my jitters and i was stagger-reaching over to her

i really couldn't walk that good

well exuse me there honay kinda's trippin' all over myself

oh lordy

oh boy

here we go again

talking like mel t-t-tillis i said w-what's your n-name

she said you ain't no player boy and i ain't no g-game

but you are kinda cute so when you're feeling better give me a call

and with her black eye-liner she wrote her number on my trembling palm

my knees started shaking i was breaking out a sweat

trying to memorize her number 'cause my hand was getting wet

i was showing the symptoms looking for a remedy

i can feel it coming over me

mad cowboy disease

aw

i got that mad cowboy disease

little hoof in the mouth

makes ya' tongue hang out all the way to the floor

down on hands & knees beggin' like a hungry dog

what do ya mean get off my knees

i kinda' like it down here anybody got a leash

startin' to get a little rabid if ya know what i mean