In the turquoise skies of New Mexico
From my ship I spied a dusty town below
The people of the town gathered round to stare
As my ship touched down in the central square
Walked into a bar with an old guitar
Ordered a tequila and a big cigar
In a mystical moment groove took over the room
Just then the preacher's wife walked in and said:
"TURN UP THE VOLUME!"
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
When the sun goes down, they turn up the heat
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
They were dancing on the bar
They were dancing in the hall
They were howling at the moon
They were laughing at the law
The ladies were acting curiously
So I strummed my guitar more furiously
I mean, you ought to see the Ladies' Auxiliary
Humping and grinding in their lingerie
Sipping margaritas and Bailey's Irish Cream
The night Lipbone showed up in his flying machine
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
When the sun goes down, they turn up the heat
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
The treble was clear and the bass went BOOM
Blue lights started flashing and it filled up the room
Then the sheriff burst in with his megaphone
Put his hand on his hip and said
"LET THE GOOD TIMES RESUME!"
You ought to see the Sheriff say,
"Lets all get along!"
From atop of a piano in high-heels and a thong
Every body thought he was a tough ex-marine
Until Lipbone showed up in that flying machine
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
When the sun goes down, they turn up the heat
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street
When the sun goes down, they turn up the heat
The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street