1st Verse: (lively talking blues)
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Now I ain’t the kinda cowboy that you’ll see on TV.
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I wasn’t near as purty as Momma wanted me to be.
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I grew up on the ranches jest a cussin’ all day long,
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Breakin’ in those broomtails, and hummin’ ol’ dirty songs.
Chorus:
And whiskey tends to make me high; sad songs make me cry.
Pretty ladies break my heart almost every night.
I run on beans and nicotine; I’m a real live buckaroo,
And my heart ain’t pure, and my boots and clean,
And I never tell the truth...and that’s the truth!
2nd Verse:
If there is anything under my hat ‘sides cooties and cattle biz
I jest can’t seem to remember what it is
Yeah my thinkin’s kinda crude but my lovin’ gets plumb rank
Them girlies don’t understand me, a snortin’ in their flanks
3rd Verse:
And when I takes a nasty fall I cusses it till I’m blue
Then I gets right up and on again just like you’re suppose to do
Yeah I’ve been busting horses ever since I’s a child
And I still can’t tame wild horses but I can make a tame horse wild!
2nd Chorus:
And whiskey tends to make me high sad songs make me cry
Pretty ladies break my heart almost every night
I run on beans and nicotine I’m a real live buckaroo
And I smell like a litter of puppies
And I never tell the truth... and that’s the truth!
4th Verse:
Now this song ain’t about a Strawberry Roan or a rampagin’ herd of steers
This is just the kinda cowboy song you prolly don’t want to hear
This song ain’t gotta message won’t feel pretty in your ear
This song is just one of them there these heres
2nd Chorus END
