The Cowboy

The cowboy will never get married to you, girl

It's the fightin' that he just can't bear

But when there's women and whisky and beer-drinkin' brawls

The cowboy will always be there

He'll sing you sad songs, girl, 'cause that's all he knows

And soon you'll be listenin' to

Solutions to problems you don't even have

As he unloads his wisdoms on you

He'll have you believin' he's one-of-a-kind

And that his kind knows what livin's for

He's a dreamer by nature, a liar, and soon

He'll have you believin' he's more

He'll say he's a loner, to cover the truth

Some sympathy might see him through

Just a hand on his shoulder and a bottle of that booze

Then all he'll be needin' is you

He'll drink all your whisky, to clear out his head

Of the drinkin' he's already known

And with a little persuasion, he'll lie in your bed

And when you wake up, you're alone

Now you're feelin' sorry, and the cowboy is gone

He just a-has ta be a-movin' along

But honey when you get lonesome, turn your radio on

And the cowboy will sing you a song