What Us Cowboys Really Do
Some say
I need a life style change
I say… Hell no
I love this game
Over and over… Just another
Love at first sight
Wild ride… Friday night
Ready to love… Crash and burn
Never one lesson learned
Always me and my best buddy
Sitting in the truck… Not a car
In front of the Cowboy Bar
Laughing till we cry
Swapping stories and white lies
About all the chicks… We never held or kissed
Sharing it all and more
The next victims walk through the barroom door
Two gals… Guys dream of… To love
To kiss… To dance with… To Ummm…Mmm
So we sit and sip
Our sour mash… To save our cash
As we blow smoke rings
While the Cowboys inside
Try to steel our dreams
As we just sit… listening to the music
As we wait… Till were drunk enough
To act… Like were in love
The band sounds better… With every sip
Until were finally ready… To chase those chicks
Maybe we’ll dance a few
Maybe we’ll fight
Hell… It’s just another… Friday night
Yea… That’s just what us Cowboys do
Sometimes I wonder
What my momma would say
If she really knew
…What us Cowboys really do…
Storytellers And Go To Hellers-
Texas style songwriter and storyteller poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 