"Following the stars through the honky-tonks and bars Dream away on a country music pride Start the evenin' by myself You can bet by the hour of twelve Gonna have a pretty painted lady by my side Talkin' about a pretty pained lady by my side Painted lady, tell me of the past gone by Hold me like the open range and ride me high Listenin' to the days when your dress was made of calico or gingham And a man was a manI can feel the pain, I can see the fears On the painted cheeks that hide the tears Of a lovely, lonesome cowgirl in disguise"