Catherine's Lone Star Night

Boots all shinin' and the night still young. Catherine Miller's name on every tongue.

Lasso the moon, she's a Texas queen. Sippin' sweet tea where the grass

stays green. This ain't Texas, this is her throne. Ain't no hold

'em, she's carved her zone. Austin's callin', the lights burn

bright. Catherine's rulin' the lone star night. Big hair, big dreams,

she's livin' them wild. Like a prairie fire, free and beguiled.

Barbecue smoke and cowboy band. She's got the whole world in the palm of

her hand. This ain't Texas, this is her throne. Ain't no hold