It's the way of life in the real WestBeneath the prairie moon that's heaven blessedAnd a tall shuffle on a wooden floorIt's a clean white shirt on a Saturday nightAnd a long cold beer that's pure delightAnd if you heard me say it, well there's a whole lot moreIt's the way of life in the real WestI'm a city girl but I must confessI'd be a cowboy angel and I know what forIt's the way of life in the real WestWhere your time is yours when the sun setsAnd the stars rise up to light the western skyLaredo up north to CimarronIf I'm lost you know I'm gonna wear the spursAnd jingles are the working kindIt's the way of life in the real WestAnd if I were a man I'd guessI'd ride and rope and wrangle till the day I dieIt's the way of life in the real WestI'm a city girl but I must confessI'd be a cowboy angel and I know what forIt's the way of life in the real WestWhere your time is yours when the sun setsAnd the stars rise up to light the western skyAnd the stars rise up to light the western skyYour lady