Janine

From dusk 'til dawn she's high in the saddle, Out back stock camp cutting out cattle. Crack of the stock whip, her hat's down low, Gives 'em a run for their money at the rodeo. Janine, baby where've you been? Janine, you're every cowhand's dream. Hotter than a bushfire, Cooler than a mountain stream. Well Davey got drunk and he put it on her, She socked him in the kisser, and Davey was a goner. The boys all cheered when she laid him out flat, Now whatcha gonna do with a girl like that? Janine, baby where've you been? Janine, you're every cowhand's dream. Hotter than a bushfire, Cooler than a mountain stream. INSTRUMENTAL Now some might say that Janine ain't so pretty, A little too tough and a little too gritty. But she holds her own, let's make one thing clear, That's the kind of woman that we love around here. Janine, baby where've you been? Janine, you're every cowhand's dream. Hotter than a bushfire, cooler than a mountain stream. Nobody does it, does it like sweet Janine. INSTRUMENTAL