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Well I wake up in the mornin', I brew my coffee hot and strong. |
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I get out my ole guitar, and try to write a song. |
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An them larks are singin, oh lord, just outside. |
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And I'm stuck here in this kitchen tryin' to write. |
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And I'm writin' these cowboy songs. Yodellehe, Cowboy songs... |
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Just me and my beat up ole guitar. |
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Cowboy songs, Yodellehe, Cowboy songs... |
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Well maybe one of these cowboy songs is gonna make me a star. |
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Now Hank Williams Jr. writes 'em rough, and sings 'em tough. |
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And Charlie Daniels sings a song about the devil. |
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And Waylon and Willie sing about...whatever they like. |
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And I'll probably be sing these cowboy songs for the rest of my life. |
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And writin' these cowboy songs. Yodellehe, Cowboy songs... |
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Just me and my beat up ole guitar. |
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Cowboy songs, Yodellehe, Cowboy songs... |
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Well maybe one of these cowboy songs is gonna make me a star. |
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Well this don't sound like Strawberrie Row, or that lonesome cattle call. |
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And you might think that it don't sound nothin' like a cowboy song at all. |
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But it is, 'cause I wrote it...And I'm a real life buckaroo. |
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And I wrote this silly little cowboy song, especially for you. |
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Here it is...Cowboy songs, Yodellehe, Cowboy songs. |
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Just me and my beat up ole guitar. |
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Just a Cowboy song, Yodellehe, Cowboys songs. |
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Well maybe one of these cowboy songs is gonna make me a star. |
