It's actually a demo. Nel and I had a bit of spare time in the studio and I wanted to bung down a sketch. 
I wrote the tune last weekend when I was feeling down. 
I wrote the lyrics on Monday. Re-wrote them on Tuesday night. 

Since we had Giles's piano midi'd up and plumbed in, I played the single performance 
on that. I had a bit of a cold and still feeling a bit down I bunged the vocal down. That's 
when something happened: Just one of those heartfelt performances we managed 
to capture on tape...like Mercury Girl. I overdubbed a little bit of shivery cello stuff 
on it, we tarted the vocal up with a bit of compression and reverb. That's all, I swear. 
When I heard it back, I just went: " Wow! It sounds like a record." 

At home later, when I played it to my friend, Chris,  just back from 
a scary six months in Basra, Iraq, he didn't say anything at first. I asked: " Whaddya 
reckon then?"He looked at me, and said in his Salford accent, " I reckon you've just 
written your pension,mate." 

I am going to push this one. I mean, I don't necessarily think, it should be my version. 
 But I will be making more of an effort to get this song out. In the meantime, it's too 
fresh and too good not tobe put out. So with my blessing,bung it up in cyberspace and spread 
it around. This song is less than a week old. If anyone wants to cover it, or knows someone 
who can, do what you can. Any ideas, for who could cover it. I'm very pleased with it 
and unusually for me, with one of my own songs, cannot stop playing it. 

Even while I'm making this album, a rolling programme of writing and recording new 
stuff will be in progress too. So six weeks into the new year. Not a bad start is it.? 

Yours 
Martin 

Aint that what the Cowgirl's all do (lyrics) 

Barman give me brandy 
When I need another drink 
'Cause I feel so much better 
When it gets too late to think 
And I never have to listen 
If she tells me we are through 
And ain't that what the cowgirls all do 

There's an easter light comes creeping 
Round the tumbleweed and sage 
And the prairie wind is sighing 
At the leaving of the stage 
But I won't believe it's over 
Even when I know it's true 
And ain't that what the cowgirls all do 

Oooooh send the prayer my way 
As the sun outdraws my eyelids 
And the night draws down the day 
For the cowboys 

Now I sometimes dream about her 
Till I wake up in my bed 
But there's someone else besides her 
Where I used to lay my head 
And I never guessed the ending 
That the film was leading to 
But ain't that what the cowgirls all do 

Oooooh send the prayer my way 
As the sun outdraws my eyelids 
And the night draws down the day 
For the cowboys 

For the cowboys 

And ain't that what the cowgirls all do