Out on the prairie, where the wild winds blow,
There’s a woman, Prairie Rose and her garden hose.
She don’t tend no flowers, don’t tend hedge rows,
But she sure knows how to tend the garden hose (and make it flow).
She’s got a laugh like thunder, a touch like fire,
And every cowboy knows she’s the one to desire.
She’ll take your money, and she’ll steal your pride,
And leave you beggin’ for more on the ride of life.
Prairie Rose and her garden hose,
She’ll make you feel things that nobody knows.
It ain’t about water, it ain’t about flowers,
It’s the way she makes you feel by the hour
Prairie Rose, you’re a wild, wild thing,
With your garden hose and the joy you bring.
Now the preacher says she’s wicked, the sheriff says she’s wrong,
But the cowboys all swear she’s the queen of their songs.
She’s got a way with her hands and a twist of her wrist,
And when she brings out the hose, you can’t resist.
She’ll spray you down, leave you soaked to the bone,
But you’ll keep comin’ back, ‘cause you can’t leave her alone.
She’s the talk of the town, the pride of the plains,
And every man knows she’s worth the pain.
Prairie Rose and her garden hose,
She’ll make you feel things that nobody knows.
It ain’t about water, it ain’t about flowers,
It’s the way she makes you feel by the hour
Prairie Rose, you’re a wild, wild thing,
With your garden hose and the joy you bring.
Now some folks say she’s trouble, some say she’s a saint,
But every cowboy knows which one she ain’t.
She’s got a heart of gold and a touch of fire,
And her garden hose? You’ll fall like tripwire.
Prairie Rose and her garden hose,
She’ll make you feel things that nobody knows.
It ain’t about water, it ain’t about flowers,
It’s the way she makes you feel by the hour
Prairie Rose, you’re a wild, wild thing,
With your garden hose and the joy you bring.
So here’s to Prairie Rose, the queen of the plains,
With her garden hose and her devilish games.
She’s a legend, a myth, a prairie-born star,
And every cowboy knows just who she are.