THE PRAIRIE GIRL

[Intro — Acoustic Guitar and Electric Guitar Riff]
Warm acoustic strumming builds into a gritty Southern guitar riff. Drums and bass kick in.

[Spoken]
From the supermarket to the open range!
Come on, let's ride!

[Verse 1]
Monday through Friday, here I go,
Eight long hours, moving to and fro.
Between the bargains and the aisles,
I dream of leaving all behind.
My feet are aching, I've had enough,
Another day of playing tough.
When the clock finally strikes seven,
I turn into the girl I've always been.

[Pre-Chorus — Building Drums and Guitars]
Nobody knows the dreams I keep,
Nobody knows the trails I seek.
When I walk out through that door,
The cowgirl in me comes alive once more!

[Chorus — Full Southern Rock Band]
I wanna be a cowgirl,
Ride across the prairie.
With the wind blowing before me,
Free as the air!
I wanna be a cowgirl,
Hey, hey! A cowgirl!
Let the prairie hear me holler,
Let the race begin!

[Verse 2 — Driving Bass and Muted Guitar]
Scanning prices, one by one,
Beep goes the scanner, the day's not done.
But I'm dreaming of my ranch,
And a thousand trails to dance.
Hat tucked in a drawer somewhere,
Got a wild horse in my heart to spare.
When my working day is through,
No more rules — I'm breaking through!
I don't need a million bucks,
Fancy mansions, shiny trucks.
Give me a horse and a winding trail,
Under cotton-candy skies so pale.

[Pre-Chorus 2 — Stronger Build]
Nobody knows the dreams I keep,
Nobody knows the trails I seek.
When I walk out through that door,
The cowgirl in me comes alive once more!

[Chorus 2 — Bigger Harmonies]
I wanna be a cowgirl,
Ride across the prairie.
With the wind blowing before me,
Free as the air!

[Chorus 2 — Audience singing a capella]
I wanna be a cowgirl,
Hey, hey! A cowgirl!
Let the prairie hear me holler,
Let the race begin!
I wanna be a cowgirl,
Ride across the prairie.
With the wind blowing before me,
Free as the air!
I wanna be a cowgirl,
Hey, hey! A cowgirl!
Let the prairie hear me holler,
Let the race begin!

[Bridge — Southern Rap over Bass and Drums]
Scanning, stacking, working all day,
Dreaming of the wide-open range far away.
Hat in the drawer, but my boots are ready,
Heart beats wild and my hands stay steady.
No golden palace, no limousine,
Just a dusty trail and a big blue dream.
Clock out, stand up, I'm ready to go,
There's a wild west wind and a whole world to know!

[Instrumental Solo — Electric Guitar and Fiddle]
Southern-rock guitar solo with a gritty tone, an energetic electric-fiddle melody. Full drums, bass and Hammond organ drive the section.

[Final Chorus — Full Band, Backing Vocals and Ad-Libs]
I wanna be a cowgirl,
Ride across the prairie.
With the wind blowing before me,
Free as the air!
I wanna be a cowgirl,
Hey, hey! A cowgirl!
Today's the start of my adventure,
And nothing's stopping me now!

[Outro — Southern Rock Ending]
From the supermarket to the open road,
From the daily grind to the sun's warm glow.
Let those horses gallop free!
Bring on the rock 'n' roll — that's me!

[Spoken shout over final guitar chord]
Yee-haw! Let’s ride!