Nancy Bovee

Nancy Bovee

 Portola Valley, California, USA
BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Other Info

Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

Crazy-Eyed Overo

Written By: Nancy Bovee

Verse 1
You might have seen him on a postcard
He’s a legend in these parts
A pinto stallion from the mesa
Who steals mares and young girls’ hearts

One eye like a reflection
Of the clear Sonora sky
One eye dark and troubled
Like an icy star-filled night

Chorus
It’s that crazy eyed overo
Oh he thrills me to the marrow
He sweeps down and raids all the rancheros
-Then he takes off like an arrow.
That Crazy-Eyed Overo

Verse 2
In the town we talk around
About how we’re going to find him
We always seem to be
About 20 miles behind him.

No one knows how close I came
That night out on the hill
When he danced in from the shadows
And stood before me oh so still.

Tag
- Then he took off like an arrow
That Crazy-Eyed Overo

Bridge
Saddle up boys I think we’re going to catch him tonight
Spur on your fastest ponies we can do it if we play our cards right
We’re hot on his trail, think he’s headed for the border
If we fan out wide we can surround him just like law and order.

Wait a minute - What’s that we see?
Oh no! - Can that be he?

Verse 3
Silhouetted high
Up on the mesa
All we can do is tip our hats
And finish our cerveza.

And dream about the next time
We might have the chance again
To get close enough to touch him
And feel his satin skin.

Chorus
It’s that crazy eyed overo
Oh he thrills me to the marrow
I once got so close with my lassiero

-Then he took off like an arrow.
That Crazy-Eyed Overo

The First Girl

Written By: Nancy Bovee

[Chorus/Tag]
I’m not the
first girl
To love the look of you
I’m not the
first girl
To want to hold you fast
I’m not the
first girl
To want to capture you
I’m not the
first girl
To want to make it last
I’m not the
first girl
To want to make it last.

Sitting by the fire watching as the last
remaining wood is burning.

Imagining I see you
galloping across the empty walls

The charcoal on my fingertips
working out the details of my yearning

I’m wondering about the eyes who someday will see what I see now

[Tag]

I’m not the
first girl
To want to make it last
I’m not the
first girl
To want to make it last.

[bridge]

In the flickering light the images appear
Lasting thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands of years.

[repeat intro Chorus/Tag]