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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lyle Lovett
Acoustic Guitar
Francine Reed
Background Vocals
Harry Stinson
Drums
J. David Sloan
Background Vocals
Matt McKenzie
Bass
Matt Rollings
Piano
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Ray Herndon
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lyle Lovett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lyle Lovett
Producer
Tony Brown
Producer
Steve Tillisch
Mixing Engineer
Willie Pevear
Engineer
Lyrics
Well, I'm a traveling man, don't tie me down
There's just too much living going all around
A man has got to see what he can see
Well, I love the road and I love the air
And I don't worry, hell, I never care
I love my women, sometimes they love me
But I was got one day, I still don't know how
I didn't even like that town
This fellow said, "Stranger, why don't you just go on home?"
Well I said "Man that's where I'm headed to
And you couldn't stop me if you knew what to do"
And I left and I planned to go alone
But the road was long and home was far
So I stopped off at this little cowboy-looking bar
I walked on through the door and she just smiled
In a long ponytail and a pretty white dress
She said, "Hi, bull riders do it best"
I said, "Oh my God, what's your name?
My name's Lyle"
And I said, ooh, give back my heart chipkicker-redneck woman
Take your boots and walk out of my life
And I said, ooh, give back my heart chipkicker-redneck woman
I can't be no cowgirl paradise
When I looked at her and she looked at me
I looked back and she looked back
We went out together for a walk
Her little eyes were bright just like the stars
But she drove a pickup, said she hated cars
But loved to ride around out after dark
And I said, ooh, give back my heart chipkicker-redneck woman
Take your boots and walk out of my life
And I said, ooh, give back my heart chipkicker-redneck woman
I can't be no cowgirl paradise
I told her redneckness has got to be a disease
You catch it on your fingers, and it just crawls right up your sleeves
Ooh, give back my heart chipkicker-redneck woman
I can't be no cowgirl paradise
Now how she did it, I'll never know
But it's been maybe 20 years or so
And she cooks the supper and I try to pay the rent
But I'm a traveling man, don't tie me down
There's just too much living go all around
But I can't figure out quite where it went
Then I think, ooh, give back my heart chipkicker-redneck woman
Take your boots and walk out of my life
When I think, ooh, give back my heart chipkicker-redneck woman
I can't be no cowgirl paradise
Say I can't be no cowgirl paradise
Say I can't be no cowgirl paradise
Writer(s): Lyle Pearce Lovett
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