|
Big silver buckles and pre-faded jeans |
|
White knuckle rides on the bucking machine |
|
He rode into my life looking just like a sunset |
|
Turned out to be a bad dream I'd like to forget |
|
Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to |
|
They'll look you in the eye and lie with their white hats on |
|
Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to |
|
It's just wham bam, thank you ma'm and they're gone |
|
I traded my boots and saddle for a ticket to Seattle |
|
Get me off from underneath these western skies |
|
I'm tired of old blue jeans and if I hear one more |
|
'Howdy, little lady', well I think I'm gonna scream |
|
Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to |
|
They'll look you in the eye and lie with their white hats on |
|
Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to |
|
It's just wham bam, thank you ma'm and they're gone |
|
Don't shoot straight like they used to |
|
Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to |
|
They'll look you in the eye and lie with their white hats on |
|
Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to |
|
It's just wham bam, thank you ma'm and they're gone |
