Love Doesn't fall of the Back of a Truck

 This was entered in the songwriters competition and I wrote this for a woman to sing. It goes back before 2014

LOVE DOESN'T FALL OF THE BACK OF A TRUCK

I met a fella at a rodeo

He was surrounded by flies,

And wore an imported cowboy hat.

His shirt was stained

With a bit of tomato sauce,

He seemed like a spoiled brat.

He wanted my name

I would not give it to him,

Then he offered to buy me a drink.

I turned him down,

My horse would be proud

I gave lip thanks to my instinct.

So listen to me now

If you want me to be your cow

You'll need more than the brains of a Duck.

As a fully trained Jillaroo

It's my pleasure to tell you

Love Doesn't Fall of the Back of a Truck!

He admitted that he was single

I believe that!

His shirt still with it's price tag.

He continued to flirt

But did not like it,

When I called him a Dirty Dag.

He pulled out his wallet

To impress me,

It was filled with lots of cash.

His boots reflected an image

All he now needs,

Is Adolf Hitler's mustache.

So listen to me now

If you want me to be your cow

You'll need more than the brains of a Duck.

As a fully trained Jillaroo

It's my pleasure to tell you

Love Don't Fall of the Back of a Truck!

I work hard for my money

And also pay tax,

One day I hope to find someone Right.

But not on this day

Because I don't believe in,

Love at very first sight.

There's people eating pies

and hot dogs too,

And there's action in the ring.

The fella I met earlier

He's a clown!

A professional ding a ling.

So listen to me now

If you want me to be your cow

You'll need more than the brains of a Duck.

As a fully trained Jillaroo

It's my pleasure to tell you

Love Don't Fall of the Back of a Truck!

Words by Beswick