Nobody ever talked about him again
As a matter of respect
But whoever wins with honour
Has him as a model of life
The ones who felt the strongest
had to lower their eyes in front of his look,
The ones who humbly spent their life
Gained his respect
Cowboy from hell
We don’t pray to believe
Rise up from hell
For our deliverance
Cowboy from hell
Take this chalice of wine
And forget about our red blood
Few people dared to laugh about him
Without knowing that he fucked their women.
If he gave you a bag of gold
It was not to have it back
But if you tried to steal only one coin
You’d have remembered for ever about him
‘Cause of the round fire mark
He’d put on your forhead.
Cowboy from hell
We don’t pray to believe
Rise up from hell
For our deliverance
Cowboy from hell
Take this chalice of wine
And forget about our red blood
Nobody talks about him anymore
Someone says that he’s looking for hell
Because if the devil exists
Cowboy from Hell will trick him too
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