Song | I Ain't Her Cowboy Anymore |
Artist | George Strait |
Album | It Just Comes Natural |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dean Dillon/Scotty Emerick | |
I pack up my saddle | |
Throw it in that two-horse trailer | |
Back up my truck, hook 'em up | |
And drive away | |
Won't be the first time | |
But this time's the last time | |
She meant it when she said | |
That's all I've got to say | |
Never had been thrown like this before | |
I ain't her cowboy anymore | |
Never say it comin' | |
But I knew where it was goin' | |
When she asked how long this time | |
Before I hit the road | |
She didn't come right out and say it | |
But I sure got the message | |
When I reached out to hold her | |
That shoulder sure was cold | |
Figured I'd just let goodbye run its course | |
I ain't her cowboy anymore | |
These white lines are a blur | |
Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
I don't know where I went wrong | |
Or if I did | |
Like the good ol' boy I am | |
I told her that I understand | |
But Lord knows that I won't | |
We met in Denver | |
Settled down in Dallas | |
The best days of my life | |
Were the ones I spent with her | |
You'd think that all that lovin' ought to count for something | |
Guess I wore out my welcome | |
Like the rowels of these old spurs | |
That Casper sunset's what I'm shootin' for | |
'Cause I ain't her cowboy anymore | |
These white lines are a blur | |
Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
I don't know where I went wrong | |
Or if I did | |
Like the good ol' boy I am | |
I told her that I understand | |
But Lord knows that I won't | |
Her cowboy anymore | |
I ain't her cowboy anymore |
zuo qu : Dean Dillon Scotty Emerick | |
I pack up my saddle | |
Throw it in that twohorse trailer | |
Back up my truck, hook ' em up | |
And drive away | |
Won' t be the first time | |
But this time' s the last time | |
She meant it when she said | |
That' s all I' ve got to say | |
Never had been thrown like this before | |
I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
Never say it comin' | |
But I knew where it was goin' | |
When she asked how long this time | |
Before I hit the road | |
She didn' t come right out and say it | |
But I sure got the message | |
When I reached out to hold her | |
That shoulder sure was cold | |
Figured I' d just let goodbye run its course | |
I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
These white lines are a blur | |
Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
I don' t know where I went wrong | |
Or if I did | |
Like the good ol' boy I am | |
I told her that I understand | |
But Lord knows that I won' t | |
We met in Denver | |
Settled down in Dallas | |
The best days of my life | |
Were the ones I spent with her | |
You' d think that all that lovin' ought to count for something | |
Guess I wore out my welcome | |
Like the rowels of these old spurs | |
That Casper sunset' s what I' m shootin' for | |
' Cause I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
These white lines are a blur | |
Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
I don' t know where I went wrong | |
Or if I did | |
Like the good ol' boy I am | |
I told her that I understand | |
But Lord knows that I won' t | |
Her cowboy anymore | |
I ain' t her cowboy anymore |
zuò qǔ : Dean Dillon Scotty Emerick | |
I pack up my saddle | |
Throw it in that twohorse trailer | |
Back up my truck, hook ' em up | |
And drive away | |
Won' t be the first time | |
But this time' s the last time | |
She meant it when she said | |
That' s all I' ve got to say | |
Never had been thrown like this before | |
I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
Never say it comin' | |
But I knew where it was goin' | |
When she asked how long this time | |
Before I hit the road | |
She didn' t come right out and say it | |
But I sure got the message | |
When I reached out to hold her | |
That shoulder sure was cold | |
Figured I' d just let goodbye run its course | |
I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
These white lines are a blur | |
Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
I don' t know where I went wrong | |
Or if I did | |
Like the good ol' boy I am | |
I told her that I understand | |
But Lord knows that I won' t | |
We met in Denver | |
Settled down in Dallas | |
The best days of my life | |
Were the ones I spent with her | |
You' d think that all that lovin' ought to count for something | |
Guess I wore out my welcome | |
Like the rowels of these old spurs | |
That Casper sunset' s what I' m shootin' for | |
' Cause I ain' t her cowboy anymore | |
These white lines are a blur | |
Like the last few nights I spent with her | |
I don' t know where I went wrong | |
Or if I did | |
Like the good ol' boy I am | |
I told her that I understand | |
But Lord knows that I won' t | |
Her cowboy anymore | |
I ain' t her cowboy anymore |