I knew a cowgirl who barrel raced,
She was a small perdy girl with a tiny waist.
When she rode, she an' her horse were one,
She had two young 'uns, a daughter and son.
She worked real hard on the ranch at home,
Weekends she'd hit the road, but not alone.
Her young 'uns went with her, they'd clap and cheer,
As mom raced the barrels and showed no fear.
She won a saddle or two, so I'm told,
But that cowgirl won't tell you, she aint that bold.
-Kate Kenin
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