Song Description
Ever had those "doggone, double barrel, cotten-picking cowboy blues"? This should cure them. Feel that pedal steel.
| Song Length |
4:00 |
Genre |
Pop - General, Pop - Alternative |
Lyrics
The sun went in and the sky fell through
Don't take much to turn a cowboy blue
what the hell's gotten into me?
I'm about as low as a cowboy can be
Well its high high noon at the last chance saloon
and i sure hope happiness will come along soon
cos I've served my time and I've paid my dues... but i got the
doggone double-barrel cotten-picking cowboy blues
My roof is leaking and my horse is lame
Ain't got no one but myself to blame
how the hell can I get my mojo back
when it's high high noon and everything's black?
Well its high high noon at the last chance saloon
and i sure hope happiness will come along soon
cos I've done no crime and I've worn out my shoes... but i got the
low-down, good for nothing, yellow-belly cowboy blues
My tank's on empty and I'm fresh out of luck
My baby left me for for a two-bit Yankee buck
My spurs and rusty and my reins are slack
Something goes wrong every time i turn my back
Well its high high noon at the last chance saloon
and i sure hope happiness will come along soon
cos I've served my time and I've paid my dues... but i got the
deep dark, paleface, tricky-dicky cowboy blues