Cowboy Song

It’s three in the morning, you’ve had about twenty beers
You find a woman and whisper in her ear
You say, hey baby, how’d you like to take me home
Somewhere we can be alone, but she says

F*ck you, and the horse you rode in on
F*ck you, and your damn cowboy hat
F*ck you, and the horse you rode in on
‘Cause you can’t treat me like that

Ain’t got no money so you get a job
You’re living off corn bread and corn on the cob
Say hey boss, mister, can you spare me a dime?
Even a nickel would be fine, but he says

F*ck you, and the horse you rode in on
F*ck you, and your damn cowboy hat
F*ck you, and the horse you rode in on
‘Cause you can’t ask me for that

So you go to the movies just trying to have some fun
You’re gettin’ the evil eye from everyone
They say hey now mister we can’t see
Would you take that damn hat off for me

So you turn around, look them straight in the eye, and say

F*ck you, you damn city slickers
‘Cause I like my old cowboy hat
F*ck you, cause I’m going back westward
Where they don’t treat me like that