Lyrics

[Verse 1] She wore number 37, her horse was chestnut brown I saw her at a rodeo in a high plains western town Underneath the turquoise sky a thunderstorm was rolling in The infield getting sticky, the crowd was wearing thin Now, I love the barrel racing, but I cannot say I'd gone To see some woman ride flat out as she rounds the turn for home And riding hell-for-leather, the bit between her teeth It's poetry in motion [Verse 2] She wore number 37, she was the sevеnth one to ride She showеd no hint of nerves and she sat her horse with pride Horse and rider leapt together, I wish that I could hear The words she spoke to spur him on as she leaned down to his ear They rounded the first barrel, from the bleachers I could see She didn't use a riding crop for the horse ran like a breeze 'Round barrel two I stammered, she closed a figure-eight Then out for barrel three, as she was liquid, yeah [Verse 3] No she didn't use a riding crop, she barely used her spurs She used hands and knees, she used gentle loving words I'd like to say she won that day, but that wouldn't be the fact She'd cross the line in sixty-nine in the middle of the pack You'd never know she'd lost, she grinned from ear to ear She stroked her charger's neck and once more whispered in his ear She was happy that they'd done that well, nobody got hurt She got all the speed she wanted using gentle loving words [Verse 4] So hats off to you, 37, where ever you may be The pleasure's not in winning, it's in riding wild and free And one thing that I learned that day, you can whip and you can curse But you'll get as good a ride if you use gentle loving words [Outro] She wore number 37, her horse was chestnut brown I saw her at a rodeo in a high plains western town One-two-three-four