I saw her for the first time when the snow was falling down And Lord she was the cutest thing I've ever seen Great big green eyes a flashin' ruby lips a smilin' Well my heart went pitter patter and I knew it was gonna shatter If I couldn't make that little gal my own You can sing about your sweet Joly Blon You can sing about them pretty gals down in Tennessee You can sing your song about that Yellow Rose of Texas But the one by the Powder River that runs through old Kaycee That Wyoming girls the only one for me I've been around this big country and I've seen a lot of women in my time Well there ain't none sweeter and there ain't none better Than this little gal I call mine and I thank you Lord for making her my wife You can sing about...