Lyrics:
I was sittin' in a truckstop
Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by
Tryin' to read the menu
When the waitress caught my eye
She pulled a pencil from her
Some of us work nine to five
At a desk job way down town
And some of us have calloused hands
From workin' that ol' ground
But we've got one
The soldiers get trained by the lieutenant
The lieutenant get all his orders from the Captain
General, when I was young I got drafted
Sent me to the army
never tell we were cowboys; we were real lookin' hippies by heck. With long hair, bare feet, old t-shirts, and beads around our necks. And shoot we just
surmount to depression in the final section
Of life's biggest trial, it's the ending jam session yeah
I'm just a humble cowboy living paycheck to paycheck
shoulder-to-shoulder
Welcome to Nashville
We crossed against the light on Broadway, we just got into town
Nobody saw the blind man who was showing us around
He'd
look us up
Urban on the Mic, But stay in the cunt
Cowboy when I ride, Regulators mount up
Cowboy and Kitten, with that small town cuff
Small Town life,
Miss Audrey loved that man
You know I've always loved to listen
To the stories about that driftin' cowboy band and the man
You know when we get
I've always loved to listen
To the stories about that driftin' cowboy band and the man
You know when we get right down to it
Still the most wanted
a Cadillac Deville
He grabbed her by her raven hair
And threw her on the floor
Said no free ride for the cowboys
That ain't what I pay you for
She jumped up
to the road
And don't stop driving
We see a lot of llamas
And maybe Some horses
Their eyes were popping out
When they saw us
Cowboys from Arizona
Driving in
Navy around
Get it done make us proud
We're bunch of cowboys America tough
Outlaws and rebels born mean and ruff
My hats off to the cops in streets
thing that
Could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams try
To live out all his songs
Yeah, I've been around them cowboys
I grew up in
But Willie got there first
The rhymes were already written
The rhythm laid down by the band
The melodies already been brought to life by the piano
through the comedy
I'm laughing at the wannabes, now move that ass the fuck away from me
Bye little boys, gots to go
I got my chika by my side, we going
Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,
So what you MC's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.
You won't even get bread and butter, my man.
singin' 'bout wallpaper cowboys and Hemmingway cats
to a conflict of disinterest from their boots down to their hats
I sang 'em six or seven hundred
Old Rex he was a cowboy
That's the story that I heard when I was young
Those tales of breaking broncs and riding bulls
Just seemed to roll right off
Cowboy, you ride like a ghost in the night
Cowboy, you ride with your eyes burning bright
In the wild winter with blood on your hands
In from
Step off
Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
the door is closed and we're in town
And the only place you can go is down!
Step, step, step, step, step off.)
Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my
Step off
Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
Walked on by the rest of us as if he hadn't heard
A thousand bucks went to the man who could ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was never born than
to see things as they ain't.
As the relatives gathered to see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was I fine.
But the doctor said give him jug band
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