She wore glass slippers
She held her head up high
She had that sparkle at her feet
And that twinkle in her eye

She smiled at me
And as I wondered why
She said I'm looking for a cowboy
To take me for a ride

And he can rope me on the prairie
And he can ride me on the plain
And I will be his Cinderella
If he'll be my cowboy man

She said I've got a forty-gallon stetson hat
With a thirty eight-foot brim
We could dance around the outside baby
'Til we both fall in

And you can rope me on the prairie
And you can ride me on the plain
And I will be your Cinderella
If you'll be my cowboy man

Now I ain't never been no cowboy
But heaven knows I try
Cause I'll be riding tall in my saddle
With that Cinderella by my side

And I can rope her on the prairie
And I can ride her on the plain
And she will be me my Cinderella
If I'll be her cowboy man

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): LYLE PEARCE LOVETT