Jill Johnson - Till The Cowboys Come Home

CALLED MY GIRLFRIENDS|SAID I BOUGHT US A WEEKEND|AND MY MAN'S GONE FISHIN AND HE'S TAKIN YOURS TOO||WE PACKED THEIR LUNCHES |AND THEY PACKED THEIR TRUCKS UP, SAID HEY|WE'LL BE BACK LATE ON SUNDAY AFTERNOON||AND WHEN THEY'RE FINALLY GONE, WE'RE GONNA TURN THE MUSIC ON||CHORUS|WE'RE GONNA DRINK TOO MUCH|GONNA FLIRT AND CUSS|GONNA SCREAM AND SHOUT|TILL THEY THROW US OUT|GONNA LOSE OUR SHOES|AND DANCE TILL DAWN|WE'RE GONNA PARTY TILL THE COWBOYS COME HOME||I BET THEY THINK WE'RE SITTING|CRYIN IN THE KITCHING, BITCHIN,|TALKIN BOUT THEM AND ALL THE THINGS THEY DON'T DO||INSTEAD WE'RE SPENDING THEIR CASH|RAIDING THEIR SECRET BEER STASH|OH THAT AIN'T HALF OF WHAT WE'RE GETTING IN TO||GIRLS WE AIN'T GOT LONG, SO LET'S TURN THIS PARTY ON||CHORUS||CHORUS||TAG|HEY WE'RE GONNA PARTY TILL THE COWBOYS COME HOME|

Written by:
Bruce Wallace, Jill Johnson, Liz Rose

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Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Anthem Entertainment

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