Cowboy Movies Songtext
Good old boys these days are rare
Covered up by television sets on air
With some paper to read, something they didn't write
You can't get the same feeling under cameras and lights
You can't talk for me if you ain't from my town
I know every [?] boy and gal
And that glitter and glam ain't impressing nobody
Like a small-town boy tryna be somebody
Weird sky, blue eyes, like a cowboy move
Covered up by television sets on air
With some paper to read, something they didn't write
You can't get the same feeling under cameras and lights
You can't talk for me if you ain't from my town
I know every [?] boy and gal
And that glitter and glam ain't impressing nobody
Like a small-town boy tryna be somebody
Weird sky, blue eyes, like a cowboy move
Weird John Wayne in trucks, ashtray, and a doobie
And the saddles done turned to dusty bench seats
And the reins are the five speeds at our feet
And that gallop turned to gallons as the time passed by
That don't mean we ain't around or still down to ride
Real country boys got stories and a past to prove it
Like stars in cowboy movies
These woods and a six-gun is how I feel
A .22 Heritage and some rolling hills
But just over that bluff is an enemy of mine
No scars on [?] writing them lines
And when the lonesome dove rolls in with a dozen white roses
Brought to life in a town of neons and music
They pull the gun 'cause they know I ain't playing
I came alone hammer cock like an old lone ranger
Weird sky, blue eyes, like a cowboy move
Weird John Wayne in trucks, ashtray, and a doobie
And the saddles done turned to dusty bench seats And the reins are the five speeds at our feet
And that gallop turned to gallons as the time passed by
That don't mean we ain't around or still down to ride
Real country boys got stories and a past to prove it
Like stars in cowboy movies
If Music Row was old saloons
Y'all are drunk, but hell, I guess that I'm drunk, too
But when the Bronco kicks some old boys run
And some stick it to the man like a cowboy's gun
Like a cowboy's gun, oh
Weird sky, blue eyes, like a cowboy move
John Wayne in a truck, ashtray, and a doobie
And the saddles done turned to old bench seats
And the reins are the five speeds at our feet
And that gallop turned to gallons as the time passed by
That don't mean we ain't around or still down to ride
Real country boys got stories and we can prove it
Like stars in cowboy movies
And the saddles done turned to dusty bench seats
And the reins are the five speeds at our feet
And that gallop turned to gallons as the time passed by
That don't mean we ain't around or still down to ride
Real country boys got stories and a past to prove it
Like stars in cowboy movies
These woods and a six-gun is how I feel
A .22 Heritage and some rolling hills
But just over that bluff is an enemy of mine
No scars on [?] writing them lines
And when the lonesome dove rolls in with a dozen white roses
Brought to life in a town of neons and music
They pull the gun 'cause they know I ain't playing
I came alone hammer cock like an old lone ranger
Weird sky, blue eyes, like a cowboy move
Weird John Wayne in trucks, ashtray, and a doobie
And the saddles done turned to dusty bench seats And the reins are the five speeds at our feet
And that gallop turned to gallons as the time passed by
That don't mean we ain't around or still down to ride
Real country boys got stories and a past to prove it
Like stars in cowboy movies
If Music Row was old saloons
Y'all are drunk, but hell, I guess that I'm drunk, too
But when the Bronco kicks some old boys run
And some stick it to the man like a cowboy's gun
Like a cowboy's gun, oh
Weird sky, blue eyes, like a cowboy move
John Wayne in a truck, ashtray, and a doobie
And the saddles done turned to old bench seats
And the reins are the five speeds at our feet
And that gallop turned to gallons as the time passed by
That don't mean we ain't around or still down to ride
Real country boys got stories and we can prove it
Like stars in cowboy movies
