Cowboy’s will, cowboy wish it always be Don’t let ‘em in like these boys, tell ‘em I said somethin’ They say troubles ride on fast horse They say forgive rise in you Ooh yeah they say a lot of things That’s why I live by my own rules You know, man is seen in fragments, a scar, a limp tattoo and a broken teeth Scratch the surface on most man out here And you’ll find 2 man’s hiding under knees But I come right here to lecture, good and amble, black or white, right or wrong I’ve come to sing my story from the black old day from all those jipsy song Luce Kevin just call me, I have caught an cow boy on a part yeah With my war back from the chip tricks, dead certain mister of my head trigger heart Ooh baby I gotta head trigger heart x 2 Have no love from every engle I never learn of the graceful “get away “ Yeah the poetry eludes me, sir I don’t give a damn what all the minor poets see I’m not an alcoholic, I’m a drunk, there’s a difference Some of my kid gets so smart I come from hors toreador and half breath And a savage long line, hair trigger heart Ooh baby I gotta head trigger heart I gotta head trigger heart x 2 Caught the old gun fire isn’t even count Pistol pack and marveling that pistol down I’m still around, boy I got one more round And I sure hit the mark With my hair trigger heart That goes far in the eternity, you will find me And the public call it so in the high way man I got a wax museum mustache, might be missing several fingers on my trigger hand I’ll have forgotten half the alphabet, my name, my age, my chiny laundries mark Between mister and oblivion, mister I will always hang on to this hair trigger heart Ooh baby I gotta head trigger heart I gotta head trigger heart x 2 Cowboys we are, cowboys we should always be

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