| D | Bm | D | |
| I felt the rush of the Rio Grande | into Yellowstone |
| G | D | G | |
| And I've seen first-hand Niagra Falls |
| Bm | G | |
| And the lights | of Vegas |
| D | Bm | |
| I've criss-crossed down to Key Biscayane |
| D | G | |
| And Chi- | town via Bangor, Maine |
| D | Bm | |
| Think I've seen it all |
| A | G | |
| And all I can say is |
| Chorus: |
| D | A | |
| How 'bout them cowgirls |
| G | A | |
| Boys ain't they somthin' |
| D | A | |
| Sure are some proud girls |
| G | A | |
| And you can't tell 'em nothin' |
| D | A | |
| And I tell you right now | girls |
| G | G | D | A | |
| May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world |
| D | |
| But how 'bout them cowgirls |
| She's ridin' colts in Steamboat Springs |
| Bailing hay outside Abilene |
| She's tryin' hard |
| To fit in in some city |
| But her home is 'neath that big, blue sky |
| And the Northern Plains and those other wide open spaces |
| Now days there ain't as many |
| Chorus |
| D | A | |
| But how 'bout them cowgirls |
| G | A | |
| Boys ain't they somthin' |
| D | A | |
| Sure are some proud girls |
| G | A | |
| And you can't tell 'em nothin' |
| D | A | |
| And I tell you right now girls |
| G | D | G | A | |
| May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world |
| D | |
| But how 'bout them cowgirls |
| G | Bm | |
| Boy, she don't need you and she don't need me |
| G | A | |
| S | he can do just fine on her own two feet |
| G | D | |
| But she wants a man who wants her to be herself |
| G | Bm | |
| And she'll never change, don't know how to hide |
| G | A | |
| Her stubborn will or her fightin' side |
| G | A | |
| But you treat her right and she'll love you like no one else |
| Yeah, how 'bout them cowgirls |
| Boys ain't they somethin' |
| Sure are some proud girls |
| But you can't beat their lovin' |
| And I'll tell you right now girls |
| May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world |
| But how 'bout them cowgirls |
| G | |
| How 'bout 'em boys |