Cowpoke

Well, I'm another dollar short, another day late

I'm always wrong no matter what I say

Truck got a flat and you got mad

Throwing beer cans, whatever you had

Walk to town alone, I didn't want to care

I feel better having you near, so climb in

I'm in a small cafe still outside of town

Not even sure you want me around

Two fifty down on a dollar tab

Couple more bucks and I will call a cab

And climb in, climb in

I'm riding into town on a flat tire

I wanna make it to you somehow, climb in

Climb in, the time is ours to hold

Climb in, before we get too old and all

Yeah, climb in, the time is ours to hold

Climb in, before we get too old and all

Not a single thing to do but think about it twice

Six pack on the floor could use a little ice

Wrote it in blue, and rolling the dice

Being with you is just another vice

Riding on the shoulder back into town

Tryin' to get you to climb on in

I'm rolling into town on a flat tire

I'm gonna make it to you somehow, climb in

Climb in, the time is ours to hold

Climb in, before we get too old and all

Climb in, the time is ours to hold

Climb in, before we get too old and all

Climb in, before we get too old

Before we get too old and all

So what if the trucks got a flat? It still runs

Just need to drop it into second

Pull on the side of the road, take things kinda slow

Wind comin' in through the window feels cool on my face

Radios' playin': Baby, where'd our love go?

When I see you walking all mad up ahead

You turn around surprised

I pull along side you, kick open the door

You turn to me and smile and then, boy do I feel good

And if the loving don't kill us

Then we won't wanna die