Lyrics:
strings
He told me if I haven't learned by now
I should try other things
I'm just a boy from South Florida
Never touched a guitar
And then I moved
the U.S., yes the best in country no CMA
Then travel overseas if they complain about me
I'll probably travel by boat nothings plane about me
I'm not a Crip
I been watchin' these wannabe cowboys
Getting turned down like a radio
I been sittin' here watching you
Thinking of one or two new ways to say no
get now
Eyes going in and out of focus
Mild and bitter from tuberculosis
Forgotten man
Indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire
your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Were you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with
every bar closed as they buried her
Four hundred cowboys rode her to her rest
Sing a song, boys, with the funeral band
We won't see her like again in
rings around you!
They'd all laugh while you die from anxiety
Now just see who the more helpless victim is
With the addiction that keeps us unfocused
Rooftop bar
Saturday night
Under the hour stars
Natty Light, hell, I caught your eye
As you you walked on by
Thought, dang, and the stars
feeling free every day
The art of country music's everything I obey
I'm on my way to Tenessee
Got my cowboy hat, my boots and my gurdle with me
Driving
a band
He's a whole lot like you daddy you're gonna like him
He's a good man
At times lonely sneaks up on me
But I'm getting by
Yeah I know what
he wanna shoot ya
f**k em they call us niggs I'm tryin to make a livin
Do some touchin, you know I'm pretty good with the bustin
Trustin nothin you can
shoot ya
Fuck em they call us niggs I'm tryin to make a livin
Do some touchin, you know I'm pretty good with the bustin
Trustin nothin you can buy if
the Callie
That boss ordered us lobster tails late night in forty
We was out there tryna rig the stress
Had a beat tape from Stretch, rest
Black TEC, black
There's a boy named Billy from up there in Virgini
He makes that lightnin' holler in them hills
He's got a recipe handed down from his Pappy
In
I been watchin' these wannabe cowboys
Getting turned down like a radio
I been sittin' here watching you
Thinking of one or two new ways to say no
But
name
If you want to save your soul from hell
From riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today
Or with us you will ride
Trying to catch
Don't mess with the COWBOYS
You cannot keep up the pace
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no
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
the landscape all around us as we ride
We hold each other by the belt and pee-pee off the side
Of this freight train from Kyogle, no one can stop us now
Our
I'll protect you from all of life's hidden harms
Like catching the cold wind in the back of the car
Heaven feels right when I hold you, girl, in my
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
Black reppin' from back in the day
X files and you know the storm
Homies loc now it's on so you've been warned
Dru Ha where you at? Yeah yeah
O.G.
To every silver cowboy who rode the silver screen
Do you remember ridin' through the strand
And do you remember me I'm the front row kid
Who
say it proud, we love our country and we like it loud
From out in California, New York to Tennessee
Come on if you with us, let us hear you scream
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