John Michael Montgomery - Mad Cowboy Disease Lyrics
This little lady down in Texas tight tank top and a tanRockin' True Religion britches drinking beer in a canShe was too hot to two-step I was too dumb to just leave her aloneBut I made up my mind and I felt the fever coming onKinda getting hotMy knuckles turned white and my neck turned redMy one good eye rolled straight back in my headIt makes a Texas tornado seem like a cool breezeI can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy diseaseI was online away from scoring a winBut I was two shots shy of three sheets to the windI must've drank a hundred dollars sitting there just trying to work up the nerveWell one more Jager for my jitters and I was stagger-reaching over to herI really couldn't walk that goodWell exuse me there honay kinda's trippin' all over myselfOh lordy, oh boy, here we go againTalking like Mel T-T-Tillis I said w-what's your n-nameShe said you ain't no player boy and I ain't no g-gameBut you are kinda cute so when you're feeling better give me a callAnd with her black eye-liner she wrote her number on my trembling palmMy knees started shaking I was breaking out a sweatTrying to memorize her number 'cause my hand was getting wetI was showing the symptoms looking for a remedyI can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy diseaseAw, I got that mad cowboy diseaseLittle hoof in the mouthMakes ya' tongue hang out all the way to the floorDown on hands & knees beggin' like a hungry dogWhat do ya mean get off my kneesI kinda' like it down here anybody got a leashStartin' to get a little rabid if ya know what I mean
