| Song | I Ain't Her Cowboy Anymore |
| Artist | George Strait |
| Album | It Just Comes Natural |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dean Dillon/Scotty Emerick | |
| I pack up my saddle | |
| Throw it in that two-horse trailer | |
| Back up my truck, hook 'em up | |
| And drive away | |
| Won't be the first time | |
| But this time's the last time | |
| She meant it when she said | |
| That's all I've got to say | |
| Never had been thrown like this before | |
| I ain't her cowboy anymore | |
| Never say it comin' | |
| But I knew where it was goin' | |
| When she asked how long this time | |
| Before I hit the road | |
| She didn't come right out and say it | |
| But I sure got the message | |
| When I reached out to hold her | |
| That shoulder sure was cold | |
| Figured I'd just let goodbye run its course | |
| I ain't her cowboy anymore | |
| These white lines are a blur | |
| Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
| I don't know where I went wrong | |
| Or if I did | |
| Like the good ol' boy I am | |
| I told her that I understand | |
| But Lord knows that I won't | |
| We met in Denver | |
| Settled down in Dallas | |
| The best days of my life | |
| Were the ones I spent with her | |
| You'd think that all that lovin' ought to count for something | |
| Guess I wore out my welcome | |
| Like the rowels of these old spurs | |
| That Casper sunset's what I'm shootin' for | |
| 'Cause I ain't her cowboy anymore | |
| These white lines are a blur | |
| Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
| I don't know where I went wrong | |
| Or if I did | |
| Like the good ol' boy I am | |
| I told her that I understand | |
| But Lord knows that I won't | |
| Her cowboy anymore | |
| I ain't her cowboy anymore |
| zuo qu : Dean Dillon Scotty Emerick | |
| I pack up my saddle | |
| Throw it in that twohorse trailer | |
| Back up my truck, hook ' em up | |
| And drive away | |
| Won' t be the first time | |
| But this time' s the last time | |
| She meant it when she said | |
| That' s all I' ve got to say | |
| Never had been thrown like this before | |
| I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
| Never say it comin' | |
| But I knew where it was goin' | |
| When she asked how long this time | |
| Before I hit the road | |
| She didn' t come right out and say it | |
| But I sure got the message | |
| When I reached out to hold her | |
| That shoulder sure was cold | |
| Figured I' d just let goodbye run its course | |
| I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
| These white lines are a blur | |
| Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
| I don' t know where I went wrong | |
| Or if I did | |
| Like the good ol' boy I am | |
| I told her that I understand | |
| But Lord knows that I won' t | |
| We met in Denver | |
| Settled down in Dallas | |
| The best days of my life | |
| Were the ones I spent with her | |
| You' d think that all that lovin' ought to count for something | |
| Guess I wore out my welcome | |
| Like the rowels of these old spurs | |
| That Casper sunset' s what I' m shootin' for | |
| ' Cause I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
| These white lines are a blur | |
| Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
| I don' t know where I went wrong | |
| Or if I did | |
| Like the good ol' boy I am | |
| I told her that I understand | |
| But Lord knows that I won' t | |
| Her cowboy anymore | |
| I ain' t her cowboy anymore |
| zuò qǔ : Dean Dillon Scotty Emerick | |
| I pack up my saddle | |
| Throw it in that twohorse trailer | |
| Back up my truck, hook ' em up | |
| And drive away | |
| Won' t be the first time | |
| But this time' s the last time | |
| She meant it when she said | |
| That' s all I' ve got to say | |
| Never had been thrown like this before | |
| I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
| Never say it comin' | |
| But I knew where it was goin' | |
| When she asked how long this time | |
| Before I hit the road | |
| She didn' t come right out and say it | |
| But I sure got the message | |
| When I reached out to hold her | |
| That shoulder sure was cold | |
| Figured I' d just let goodbye run its course | |
| I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
| These white lines are a blur | |
| Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
| I don' t know where I went wrong | |
| Or if I did | |
| Like the good ol' boy I am | |
| I told her that I understand | |
| But Lord knows that I won' t | |
| We met in Denver | |
| Settled down in Dallas | |
| The best days of my life | |
| Were the ones I spent with her | |
| You' d think that all that lovin' ought to count for something | |
| Guess I wore out my welcome | |
| Like the rowels of these old spurs | |
| That Casper sunset' s what I' m shootin' for | |
| ' Cause I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
| These white lines are a blur | |
| Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
| I don' t know where I went wrong | |
| Or if I did | |
| Like the good ol' boy I am | |
| I told her that I understand | |
| But Lord knows that I won' t | |
| Her cowboy anymore | |
| I ain' t her cowboy anymore |