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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Body to Body, Job to Job (Swans) · Filth/Body to Body, Job to Job (Swans) · Filth/Body to Body, Job to Job (Swans) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Hypocrisy Is the Greatest Luxury (The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy) – and 90 other albums »


of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say

If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a dollar bill, spend it
that's my job!

And cowboy doesn't see
These boots were meant for me
For me to wear alone

The Only Good cowboy might be a dead cowboy
But I am
You better count money 
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)

Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause
I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted
(Wanted)
Dead or alive

When I walk these streets
A loaded six string on my back
I play for
Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause
Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause
Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause
for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all
for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all
Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause
Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause
Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause
I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted
(Wanted)
Dead or alive

When I walk these streets
A loaded six string on my back
I play for
Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause
Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause
If I quit my job for the simple life
Honey would you stand by me
If I bought a little cabin on a mountainside
Honey would you stand by me

Would
it's not for days 
And the people I meet always go their separate ways 
Sometimes you tell the day 
By the bottle that you drink 
And times when
just to get back home

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
And I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for
pretty cowboy just play one tune more
I'd rather hear the fiddle or the touch of one string
Than to see the water gliding or the nightingale sing
Than
just to get back home

I'm a cowboy on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep sometimes is not for
came to town. 

Well one cold day a posse captured Billy 
And the judge said String him up for what he did.
And the cowboys and their kin 
Like
a posse captured Billy
And the judge said "String 'I'm up for what he did!"
And the cowboys and their kin like the sea, came pourin' in to watch the hangin'
to get back home

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
Sailors do it wetter 
Soldiers do it better
But cowboys stay in the saddle 
Just a little bit longer

I moved from LA for a good job with pay 
Riding