Naked Rancher here! Folks at home call me Ginger. I was born and raised on a ranch in Texas, travelled all over the world in my former life as an Army spouse, and, after some big life changes, I came full circle right back to the comforting embrace of the countryside.
It's not always easy being an independent woman of a certain age, but I am loving this stage of life. When I'm not taking care of my horses or figuring out ways to help preserve my historic home, I'm trying my hand at some DIY projects, spending time with family and friends, or hitting the road in my RV.
No matter what I put my mind to, I try to give it my all... even if I sometimes end up flat on my behind in the dirt. I'm only human after all. Naked Rancher out!
In a town called Dry Gulch, there's a legend, they say,
'Bout a woman named Naked Rancher,
in a unique sort of way.
She's got a tool belt and boots, not a stitch on her skin,
But it's all metaphorical, don't let your mind spin.
Naked Rancher, she ain't really bare,
Just stripped down to fix and repair.
With a wrench in her hand and a twinkle in her eye,
She'll mend those fences 'neath the Western sky.
Her hair's tied up tight, in a ponytail so neat,
She'll saddle up a horse, even in the cold and heat.
With a hammer and nails, she'll tackle any chore,
From mending broken hearts to fixing barn doors.
Naked Rancher, she ain't really bare,
Just stripped down to fix and repair.
With a wrench in her hand and a twinkle in her eye,
She'll mend those fences 'neath the Western sky.
Some folks might gossip, say she's quite the sight,
But she's got grit and grace, not looking for a fight
She'll rope in your troubles, and wrangle 'em away,
With a laugh and a smile, she saves the day.
From sunrise to sunset, she's out on the range,
With a lasso of love, she'll never change.
So here's to Naked Rancher, not naked at all,
Just a cowgirl with heart, standing proud and tall.
Naked Rancher, she ain't really bare,
Just stripped down to fix and repair.
With a wrench in her hand and a twinkle in her eye,
She'll mend those fences 'neath the Western sky.
So if you're ever in Dry Gulch, don't be misled
Naked Rancher's the one who'll break bread.
She'll mend your woes and help your steed,
In her world of wonder, where kindness takes the lead
So here's to The Naked Rancher, not naked at all,
Just a cowgirl with heart, standing blessed above all.
The Naked Rancher®
In a town called Dry Gulch,
there's a legend, they say,
'Bout a woman named Naked Rancher,
in a unique sort of way.
She's got a tool belt and boots,
not a stitch on her skin,
But it's all metaphorical,
don't let your mind spin.
Naked Rancher, she ain't really bare,
Just stripped down to fix and repair.
With a wrench in her hand
and a twinkle in her eye,
She'll mend those fences
'neath the Western sky.
Her hair's tied up tight,
in a ponytail so neat,
She'll saddle up a horse,
even in the cold and heat.
With a hammer and nails,
she'll tackle any chore,
From mending broken hearts
to fixing barn doors.
Naked Rancher, she ain't really bare,
Just stripped down to fix and repair.
With a wrench in her hand
and a twinkle in her eye,
She'll mend those fences
'neath the Western sky.
Some folks might gossip,
say she's quite the sight,
But she's got grit and grace,
not looking for a fight
She'll rope in your troubles,
and wrangle 'em away,
With a laugh and a smile,
she saves the day.
From sunrise to sunset,
she's out on the range,
With a lasso of love,
she'll never change.
So here's to Naked Rancher,
not naked at all,
Just a cowgirl with heart,
standing proud and tall.
Naked Rancher, she ain't really bare,
Just stripped down to fix and repair.
With a wrench in her hand
and a twinkle in her eye,
She'll mend those fences
'neath the Western sky.
So if you're ever in Dry Gulch,
don't be misled
Naked Rancher's the one
who'll break bread.
She'll mend your woes
and help your steed,
In her world of wonder,
where kindness takes the lead
So here's to The Naked Rancher,
not naked at all,
Just a cowgirl with heart,
standing blessed above all.
The Naked Rancher®
In a town called Dry Gulch,
there's a legend, they say,
'Bout a woman named Naked Rancher,
in a unique sort of way.
She's got a tool belt and boots,
not a stitch on her skin,
But it's all metaphorical,
don't let your mind spin.
Naked Rancher, she ain't really bare,
Just stripped down to fix and repair.
With a wrench in her hand
and a twinkle in her eye,
She'll mend those fences
'neath the Western sky.
Her hair's tied up tight,
in a ponytail so neat,
She'll saddle up a horse,
even in the cold and heat.
With a hammer and nails,
she'll tackle any chore,
From mending broken hearts
to fixing barn doors.
Naked Rancher, she ain't really bare,
Just stripped down to fix and repair.
With a wrench in her hand
and a twinkle in her eye,
She'll mend those fences
'neath the Western sky.
Some folks might gossip,
say she's quite the sight,
But she's got grit and grace,
not looking for a fight
She'll rope in your troubles,
and wrangle 'em away,
With a laugh and a smile,
she saves the day.
From sunrise to sunset,
she's out on the range,
With a lasso of love,
she'll never change.
So here's to Naked Rancher,
not naked at all,
Just a cowgirl with heart,
standing proud and tall.
Naked Rancher, she ain't really bare,
Just stripped down to fix and repair.
With a wrench in her hand
and a twinkle in her eye,
She'll mend those fences
'neath the Western sky.
So if you're ever in Dry Gulch,
don't be misled
Naked Rancher's the one
who'll break bread.
She'll mend your woes
and help your steed,
In her world of wonder,
where kindness takes the lead
So here's to The Naked Rancher,
not naked at all,
Just a cowgirl with heart,
standing blessed above all.
The Naked Rancher®