Not Like the Rest

You're like a cowboy, Dark blue eyes, Dark black hat whitened with the grains of dust blown 'round. Riding your horse from place to place, You're laughed at because you respect women, You're laughed at because you sober, And you're laughed at because you passed up all those buckle bunnies And saved yourself for that one special honey. The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady. You're not like the rest, You work for your money. You don't spend it on beer and cigarettes, You spend in on your one sweet honey, The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady. When your wife had that baby girl, You couldn't think of anything else, But spending that money, A new carriage, blanket, and pillow. You couldn't wait to hear that giggle, That little giggle of the one, The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady. You couldn't wait to see that smile, A smile so big you didn't even know if her eyes were open. You couldn't wait to see her expression, Her expression from getting a new carriage, blanket, and pillow. The ones you bought with your own money That you didn't spend on beer and cigarettes, You spent it on you honey, The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady.