Lyrics:
Though we hope will be pleasant to you
So me and The Cherokee Cowboys
Are knockin' on your record player once more
And we hope that you can just kinda sit
There's a great American hero, we all look up to
When the times are hard and the chips are down
He knows just what to do
Now a cowboy's got a set
There's a great American hero, we all look up to
When the times are hard and the chips are down
He knows just what to do
Now a cowboy's got a set
there
Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware
Screaming life is still unfair 'til I get a real career
The fuck am I gonna do until then?
Tom T Hall is forty now and so is Bobby Bare
Willie Nelson's gettin' grey and Faron Young don't care
But the young ones keep on coming on the old
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
I'm exhausted by this city life
Too many men in pinstripes
Taxi cabs and the club late night
Somewhere there's always a fight
They say chin up girl
business into her pleasure, what was my name?
She asked, as she came over ass on my lap, call me Dandy
She giggled and laughed, I'm joking my real names
Are there any more real cowboys
Left out in these hills?
Will the fire hit the iron
One more time?
And will one more dusty pick-up
Coming
There's a great American hero, we all look up to
When the times are hard and the chips are down,
He knows just what to do
Now a cowboy's got a set
chillin' and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by cupid's arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow
Long as there's sawdust on that old dancefloor
or tinder?
TIM: I... am an enchanter.
ARTHUR: By what name are you known?
TIM: There are some who call me... Tim?
ARTHUR: Greetings, Tim the Enchanter.
the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the wall
And then he said "Step over this way
There are some of your friends I know you'll want to see
They're
N: Are there any more real cowboys
N: Left out in these hills
N: Will the fire hit the iron one more time
N: And will one more dusty pick-up
N: Come
Why
Cause I'm Cowboy, I Might Give Her A Try
They Call Me K. P.
The Young Ladies' Relief
Know As The Man Of Romance To Make You Dance
Can Any Of You
for it all down at the grand Ole Opry
You can go walkin' through the Hall of Fame
And one by one, remember the names
Willie Nelson, Jimmy Rodgers,
and right? Make sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily,
There must be some place, for old wore out cowboys
Broken down pickers, and dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight, and the beer's always
and grass from Willie Nelson (Why you undercover)
Let?s split the profits man
I'm a gambler like Kenny Rodgers
My t-shirt says The Devil went down
taken just by going outside
(James Lee Alexander, Pamela Turner, Sean Bell, Bobby Russ, Torrey Robinson)
You know we can not run away no there's nowhere
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
will give you more power than any Powerade drink
Just think like Sprite obey your thirst
For God and you'll never thirst again
For God quenches thirst
I know that he can buy you things but who's giving you more?
There's still places on your body I wanna explore
Uh, and all I need from you's the time
Einstein in that I have a
Respect for life - in any form i believe in
Nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky
In everything
I can see or that there is real
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