Rosie Calls the Shots

Howdy folks! (yee-haw)

They tell me this valley

belongs to the boots

To the fellows who dig up

the gold and the roots

But they don't know the wind or the way that I ride

With a whip on my saddle and grit on my side (ha!)

Oh, it's a man's world,

or so they all say

But a gal with a lasso

can have it her way!

They talk big and loud

while they sit by the fire

But I'm climbing the ridge and I'm riding it higher!

(yee-haw) They argue on maps

and they argue on gold

While I'm out in the rain

herding sheep in the cold

They swagger around with their polished-up brass

But they're eating my dust

when I run on the grass! (hahaha)

Let 'em keep their parlor games And their fancy city names I've

got the sky

and the sun! (hoo-wee)

Oh, it's a man's world,

or so they all say But a gal with a lasso

can have it her way!

They talk big and loud

while they sit by the fire

But I'm climbing the ridge and I'm riding it higher! (yee-haw)

Yeah,

they can have the world,

boys But I'll keep the trail! (hahaha)