Cowboy

A cowboy with a sweet talking no good disposition,

I’m a pirate any day of the week

Scurvy and seasick, my boat starts to leak

Cowboy days and blondes decay

My hair will be brown and my skin will be withered.

She put me in little brown leather boots

Because I didn’t pack any shoes

But you can’t climb trees in little brown leather boots

Hard to be around Hard to see around

Nothing but a talker,

She’s a performer on the stage

No one buys that shit

You aren’t Juliet

Everyone sees your rage

My cowboy knows me not

But he likes my talking ways

A rambling sinner, I wanted chicken noodle soup for dinner

She said she lost it I’ve lost it too

How could she lose a can of soup

Calm down Mr. I don’t want no bad luck

Give me that four leaf clover, and I’ll eat it up

Pages of books covered in pen marks and folds

Cheeks are bright red from the cold

You’re wearing two shirts and ask for my jacket

Fits you better and I feel bad for being enigmatic

You look different these days I do too

I am the guarded door and I don’t feel for you

Use any opportunity you can to use the word blue

The devil doesn’t want a fool’s soul

My salvation, my stocking is full of coal

I’ve got big eyes but she seems hungry

Can’t be mad, not mad, will not be mad

I don’t like her, but I don’t mind her

I pick at my skin ‘till I start to bleed

I see right through, have you learned how to read?

When you’re living like your dying It doesn’t matter whose demons you’re fighting

Cowboys and pirates gather round I’ll tell you a story of how we all fall down