A/N: This was our version of a song fic. It helps if you listen to the song and substitute lyrics.

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure I don't own NCIS or the song, last I checked, I do own a copy od the song though :P

Cowgirls don't Cry- By: Brooks & Dunn

Assassins don't Cry- By: Emily & Amanda & Gretchen

Her daddy gave her her first pony

Her aba gave her her first gun

And taught her to ride

And taught her to shoot

She climbed high in that saddle

She took shot after shot

Fell I don't know how many times

Got shot I don't know how many times

It taught her a lesson that she learned

It taught her a lesson that she learned

Maybe a little to well

Maybe a little to well

Cowgirls don't cry

Assassins don't cry

Ride baby ride

Shoot baby shoot

Lessons in life

Lessons in life

Are going to show you in time

Are going to show you in time

Soon enough your go'na knon why

Soon enough your go'na know why

It's go'na hurt every now and then

It's go'na hurt every now and then

If you fall get back on again

If you get shot stand up again

Cowgirls don't cry

Assassins don't cry

She grew up, she got married

She grew up, she moved on

It never was quite right

It never was quite right

She wanted a house, a home, and babies

She wanted a life without all the pain

He started coming home late at night

She started working very late at night

She didn't let him see it brake her heart

She didn't let them see it her down tear her down

She didn't let him see her fall apart

She didn't let them see her fall apart

Cowgirls don't cry

Assassins don't cry

Ride baby ride

Shoot baby shoot

Lessons in life are going to show you in time

Lessons in life are going to show you in time

Soon enough your go'na know why

Soon enough your go'na know why

It's go'na hurt every now and then

It's go'na hurt every now and then

If you fall get back on again

If you get shot stand up again

Cowgirls don't cry

Assassins don't cry

Phone rang early one morning

Phone rang early one morning

Her mama's voice; she'd been cry'in

Her Ima's voice; she'd been cry'in

She said it's your daddy, you need to come home

She said it's your Aba, you need to come home

This is it, I think he's dyin'

This is it, I think he's dyin'

She laid the phone down by his head

She laid the phone down by his head

Last words that he said

Last words that he said

Cow girl don't cry

Assassins don't cry

Ride baby ride

Shoot baby shoot

Lesson in life, show us all the time

Lesson in life, show us all the time

To soon gotta let'cha know why

To soon gotta let'cha know why

If you fall get right back on

If you get shot stand right on up

Good Lord calls everybody home

Good Lord calls everybody home

Cowgirls don't cry

Assassins don't cry