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an old time worn cowboy
With only his dreams of the days long gone by
And trailin' behind is a horse with no rider
A horse he calls Memories that she
about twelve dollars shy
Cowboy said I'll just take a case of beer and let's let the rest of it slide
He picked up that big white Stetson case of beer
with a cowboy's heart
But we were just a couple a junkies falling apart

That boy was trouble, trouble enough for a girl like me
Trouble, but I was
could ride

A hundred young takers all tried to break her,
Their stories were told far and wide, 
Sure as the wind blown, each cowboy got thrown by
through
We might decide to go crazy
And start dancin' two by tow

Do the Honky Tonk Hip Hop
It's so cool you'll never stop
Slappin' leather the cowboy stop
This moment's brought to you by love

Dashiki Lover (Dashiki Lover!) Dashiki!
Dashiki Lover (Dashiki Lover!) Dashiki!

Just a townie out with
Concrete Cowboys eat grinded grits
They don't always wear hats
Or sling guns on their hips

They know a song by the taste on her lips
And he's
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
never been to Memphis 
No - we ain't never been to Memphis 
Don't sing to me 'bout no wanderin' star 
Or standin' by ya man an' his slide guitar 
That
they call me M-Child, fresh out the O.M.P.
I never let a junky slide, sell 'em P.A.C.
And cliqued up with all my niggas that from the O.M.P.
If you think
ride that donkey
Straight to the back of the line
Gonna do my two step, do my, do my two step

Now slide, slide, two steps
Slide, slide, two steps
donkey
Straight to the back of the line
Gonna do my two step, do my, do my step

Now slide, slide, two steps
Slide, slide, two steps
Work it out, work it
mean?

DIMEBAG
Yeah, man.

DAVID ALLAN COE
Yeah, I hear ya.

DIMEBAG
Here we go...

[sung]

Cowboy junkies on the radio
Singin' some ol' funky tune
Time
and gangsta!
 
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese 
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's 
We slide wit ease
flow blood clot

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah
So funky, like a street junky
Like I said before, here we go, c'mon
For Pete's sake I break and update, wait,
a hood full of junkies and pastor sons
We don't give a fuck how hard you come we don't run
Our moms ain't raise no faggot ain't nothing queer nigga
We
Chorus: 
People came ?? 
Encore, encore 
People came in by the load 
Ooh, love is strong 
(KMG) 
Yeah why'all, I felt the need, I had to let ya
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
And crawled back for the children and stood up for more
And watched those same kids as adults
got bullshit vinyl kites callin women whores
Joust with junkies
(Now its music in their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down)

Take what you want, tie they
never early 
You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side 
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes 
He was surprised I snatched him
obstacle a standing in my way. 
Its a nitwit with a weekend badge 
He standing by the gate and as I slide her to a halt, 

He yells where in the hell you
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down

Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
ain't all good 
So keep ya eyes on em 
'cause if it ??? ??? line, we gotta slide on 'em 
Ride on em 
 
I gots no problem kickin' dust up wit punk ass