not much of a cowboy i would be
not a week goes by that i don’t fall out of my saddle
drop off my high horse
you don’t care to know about all my bad habits
(they’re the same as everyone’s)
and i don’t care to know about yours
(much the same as mine, i “reckon”)
i roll my own while riding along
tobacco falls out all down the trail
eat too many beans, too much bacon
spit into the wind
pistol’s dirty, can’t shoot it anymore
lariat’s worn out
chaps chafe
damn
just damn, that’s all
then spit into the wind again
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