She's a barmate in a west Texas dancehall she's there every night till they close
And the cowboys pay for the jukebox and she plays San Antonio Rose
Well I know her life ain't been easy Lord the lines in her face say it all
But she still is a beautiful woman in the lights of the Texas dancehall
But she won't sit down at your table and I know that you can't hold her hand
She won't go home with you cowboy she's in love with a rodeo man
Well he's hard and he's scarred and he's grayin' and he's stone most all of the time
And he drinks at the dark cornered table and he he drinks there until closing time
So she won't sit down at your table...