The cowboy will never get married to you, girl It's the fightin' that he just can't bear But when there's women and whisky and beer-drinkin' brawls The cowboy will always be there
He'll sing you sad songs, girl, 'cause that's all he knows And soon you'll be listenin' to Solutions to problems you don't even have As he unloads his wisdoms on you
He'll have you believin' he's one-of-a-kind And that his kind knows what livin's for He's a dreamer by nature, a liar, and soon He'll have you believin' he's more
He'll say he's a loner, to cover the truth Some sympathy might see him through Just a hand on his shoulder and a bottle of that booze Then all he'll be needin' is you
He'll drink all your whisky, to clear out his head Of the drinkin' he's already known And with a little persuasion, he'll lie in your bed And when you wake up, you're alone
Now you're feelin' sorry, and the cowboy is gone He just a-has ta be a-movin' along But honey when you get lonesome, turn your radio on And the cowboy will sing you a song
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