Listen up here boys
Ya’ll gather ‘round
I got sum ad-vice fer ya
Shore nuff true ‘n sound
When a gal sets her cap
And she’s a’lookin’ yore way
Ya only got two choices
Stand still or walk away
If she’s a well built young filly
Ya might wanna talk or dance
Understand this first son
Yore takin’ quite a chance
Them gals got hidden spurs
Special tricks ‘n piggin’ strings
Hair done up ‘n smellin’ sweet
Purty soon yore buyin’ a ring
Then afore ya know it
They’s kids everwhere
Yore name’s been changed to papa
Yore pullin’ out yore hair
It ain’t all bad though boys
They’s some good times mixed in
Them cowgirls kin do some thangs
Make ya wear a great big grin
Most of ‘em kin cook ‘n sew
Keep ya warm on winter nights
Jess watch whatcha say tho
They shore can put up a fight
I’m tellin’ ya this here story
‘cause some of them gals is bad
They’ll hook up with yore friends
Leave ya broke and plenty mad
That’s when ya realize
That one vow ya’ll done told
‘bout till death do ya part
You was actually settin’ a goal
Adding your comment:
Wellll, ya know, there's always the Three Dog Night, when all y'all wind up in the doghouse in the ded of Winter. 
Very punny, Cowboy. 
