Lyrics:
a song of praise and indebtedness
for our deliverance from evil
or will we sing a song of sadness
for the dreaded debt this mess delivered us PEOPLE.
the pits of hell
We'll make you feel the burn, with our rebel yell
raised by cowboys from hell, and we're here to stay
We'll take you down down , come
is what you see in films because Cowboys was a name given by him to us, Black workers who rode horses through dust, and rounded up cows so trust when I
snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
As the riders loped on by him
He heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul
From Hell a-riding
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
Intro
It's the year of Backstreet and Cowboy Bebop
When the millennium bug was what you caught at a porn shop
When One Week and Let's Ride were
and rye whiskey
The ladies and the drinkin' got me feelin' pretty frisky
So I sit here, I'm surrounded by my thoughts and cowboy clothes
I don't know how I
vowed to never turn around
Cause I'm a lone wolf, a traveler
I need love but abuse your power
And I'll be long gone by mornin' come
I'm a Cowboy
from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless
what you need
A good ride on my steed
A stiff drink made by me
A saloon sort of thing
Old west to treat you like a king
I'm waking up from
the damage that you've done
Take back your sinning and vow to, never again
Steal from the masses
And give us all a share
One that we deserve
One that's just
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 music
Will unglue the dance floor from his hands
The rights burn low, so hide the marlboros
When brighter lights shine on the old chouteau
The cowboys tip
the cowboy who loved her so true
She remembered the dance in the moonlight
From the Hall to the back of his car
He taught her how to drink whiskey
Three
guitar,
And there stood an old man.
His cowboy clothes were frayed and worn,
An' his boots were far from new.
He said: "I'd like to sit in with your
if I could hold you, I'd grab you by the arms
And tell you what it means
That you could take a worthless poor boy from the flats
And make him mean
of everyday
She might get crazy but she don't get mean
Until some drunk cowboy asks her to sing
'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights
ain't no sense in closing the gate
You can have your space, cowboy
After the gold rush, there ain't no reason to stay
Shoulda learned from the movies
Don't wanna get consumed by my past
No fear in us, go get the broom like the Mavs
Lev—Level up
Times is wasted
She swallow me, tainted
Tryna get you from
take me out of the country
But it will never take the country out of me
I drink my beer from the bottle
With the old boys in the band
Get up on that
Need no help that's all me
Coulda went to jail or the army
Maybe when they didn't wanna call me
Now I can't keep her ass off me
Need no help that's
Next day they found the car at the bottom of the draw
The young cowboy was found beside the wreck
The car had been consumed by fire
But the cowboy had
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
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