I saddled up my pickup, fired up the ignition,
Headed for the hills on a solo mission.
But my trusty old map’s got a coffee stain,
So I plugged in my GPS to guide my way.
Her name’s Miss Sally, a voice so sweet,
But she don’t know a dirt road from a city street.
She says, “Turn left,” I say, “That’s a cliff, you see!”
But she just keeps re-calculatin’ on me.
I’m ridin’ off into the sunset with my GPS,
She’s my digital cowgirl, we’re a high-tech mess.
She’s got no sense of direction, but I love her anyway,
Even when she takes me to a dead-end highway.
We’ve been through the mountains, we’ve crossed the plains,
She’s led me into traffic, and I’ve missed my train.
She’s my digital cowgirl, I’m her cowboy fool,
Even when she leads me straight into a mule.
She don’t know a cactus from a corn-field row,
But she’s my co-pilot everywhere I go.
She’s got a heart of circuits and a soul of code,
And she’s the only one who’ll share my load.
I’m ridin’ off into the sunset with my GPS,
She’s my digital cowgirl, we’re a high-tech mess.
She’s got no sense of direction, but I love her anyway,
Even when she takes me to a dead-end highway.
I’m ridin’ off into the sunset with my GPS,
She’s my digital cowgirl, we’re a high-tech mess.
She’s got no sense of direction, but I love her anyway,
Even when she takes me to a dead-end highway.
Oh, Miss Sally, you’re my guiding light,
Even if you’re wrong, you’re always right.
Now some folks rely on the North Star’s glow,
But I’ve got Miss Sally, and her electronic show.
Ridin’ off into the sunset, wherever we roam,
With my GPS cowgirl, I’m never alone.