I am a lonesome hombre

I spend my time driving my truck around town on Saturdays

I moved here from the city

I thought that maybe

All of my luck would change here in Boomtown

But it seems my face is wrong

I don't fit in

'Cause I don't have

Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips,

Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ...



Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me

Strap me on a pair of lips and I'll leave you be

High in the saddle, my Chapstick in hand

Through snow and wind and rain and sleet and sand,

Cowboy Land...



When I'm with all my buddies

My snakeskin boots and my belt buckles shine

But they won't talk to me

Even when I know their song I'm in the wrong key

'Cause I don't have

Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips,

Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ...



Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me

Jack Palance has got a sneer that's collagen-free

If I had his mustache I'd wax up the tips

To keep it off my cowboy lips, cowboy lips



When I'm out honky-tonkin'

I smoke my Marlboros with the filters off

It makes me cough

I can stomach Lone Star Beer

But not shots of rye

Rye can only get by

Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips,

Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ...



Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me

Painted, pierced and puckered are for sissies, you see (I likes 'em)

Weathered and blistered and kissed by her brand

The kind of lips they wear in Cowboy--

(way up there in Cowboy--)

Lots of facial hair in Cowboy Lannnnnnnd ...

(Here in Cowboy Land!)



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