Verse 1
She’s a hard working lady, wipes the sweat from her brow,
Musters cattle and horses, most men don’t know how,
Saves her whole weeks wages for the weekend show,
She’ll hit the door running on her way to the rodeo,

Verse 2
When the weekends over she’ll start all over again,
Don’t know how she does it, burns the candle at both ends,
Every Saturday night when the sun goes down,
She’ll do the boot scootin boogie till the moon falls down,

Chorus:
She’s my boot scootin baby, she’s the queen of the rodeo,
Come Friday night she’s packed ready for the show,
Tight jeans, cowdy boots, her saddle and smokes,
She can ride’n rope, better than most bloke’s,
She’s my boot scootin baby, she’s the queen of the rodeo,

Solo

Verse 3
Come Monday morning she’s back at work again,
The fire still burns in her eyes even in the rain,
She’ll meet her rival the stopwatch next weekend,
Men are more afraid of her than she if of them,

Chorus: (repeat)
She’s my boot scootin baby, she’s the queen of the rodeo,
Come Friday night she’s packed ready for the show,
Tight jeans, cowdy boots, her saddle and smokes,
She can ride’n rope, better than most bloke’s,
She’s my boot scootin baby, she’s the queen of the rodeo,