I can see you got your eye on this old cowboy, and I can tell you ve never had one for your own, Or you ve never been around one, now you re thinkin
Well, I'm just a Workin' Man's Dollar In the pocket of his old blue jeans I ain't like my Wall Street brother He's in a bank so shiny and clean Well
My Nashville friends think I'm strange to make my home out on the range Think it's nothin' but a God-forsaken land Why don't you bring your guitar and
Well I have been a cowboy dang near all my life That good ol' cowboy music is all I'm supposed to like But here lately I don't know what's happening
Horsepower I was six years old, my brother was ten One July day came running in, seen a ferris wheel at the edge of town So, of course, we headed on
I was born in a hurry but there wasn't any place Nowhere fast seemed better than nowhere slow I never really got the hang of hanging around When you
For your love I'd rope the moon put it in a blender Mix up a concoction bound to make you surrender I'd bite the brand off a buckin' Brahma Bull I'd
Hold tight with a leather fist Watch out when he starts to twist That's what their daddies' used to tell them boys How to ride them bulls I got a jingle