Sad Cowboy Song

Sad Cowboy Song - Red Elvises

I bet you heard lots of tales

About love about glory

That's all bullshit

Here goes my story

I was born in chernobyl

Grew up on a farm

Though my father was dead

I was son of a gun

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song

My sweetheart mary-lou

She was a folk singer

I gave her the ring

She gave me the finger

She treated me bad she tickled my tummy

She done me wrong

But at least she done me

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song

Guitar and drum solos

My horse went to heaven

He had too much grass

I ain't got no pants

To cover my ass

My guitar ain't got strings

My gun doesn't shoot

Ooooh this life stinks

And so do my boots

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song

Whoa oa oa the sad cowboy song