The Cowboy and the Lady

John Denver

In the airport lounge she sat, in a fancy feathered hat
The grandest lady I had ever seen
Outside the heavy rain had grounded all the planes
So I asked her if she'd like some company
In my rhinestone studded suit, my cowboy hat and boots
I must have been a sight for her to see
But she said, "pull up a chair" as she fumbled with her hair
A more unlikely pair you'll never see

I was Mogen David wine, she was Chablis '59
But there we sat, the cowboy and the lady
She was evenings at the opera, and summers in Paree
I was Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee
The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be
But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee

And somewhere in between her Harvey's Bristol Cream
And the beer I drank and the easy company
We somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather
Now there's a little bit of class in this old cowboy
There's a little bit of cowboy in the lady

The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be
But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee

We somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather
Now there's a little bit of class in this old cowboy
There's a little bit of cowboy in the lady