After 8 seconds, you're good.

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's, each night begins a new day.
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young,
He'll prob’ly just ride away.
(Sung by Willie Nelson, Written by Waylon Jennings)

Hold the phone Nelly, the girls and I have a heck of a weekend planned.
We’re headed down to the Lake of the Ozarks to hear Willie Nelson perform Live at a place called The Horny Toad.
(Well…it’s our collective hope that he is still alive!)

Willie’s got to be pushin a thousand years old by now, but to the three of us “40-somethin year olds” he is still the King of Cowboy Cool.
We LOVE us some Willie!

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings.
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
And them that don't know him won't like him,
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong he's just different,
but his pride won't let him, do things to make you think he's right.

We are going to be amongst some cowboys Friday night.
Slow talkin, quick thinking, real, live, authenticated cowboys.
The kind that can hold on for 8 seconds.
And we are three excited, cowboy boot wearing cow-dollies, expecting to two-step our way into the wee hours of the night.

So for you Mamas out there who DID let their babies grow up to be cowboys…
I thank you, my posse thanks you.
Those Wrangler butts drive us nuts!