Lyrics Rough At The Edges - Atlanta Rhythm Section

Rough At The Edges

Joe Bob McKinzey was a hero of mine
He was an outlaw all of his life
Mama used to scold me
«Don't you hang out with that cowboy»
No doubt about it
He was rough at the edges
But he was smooth on the draw
Mama didn’t like him
He was rough at the edges
But he rode the finest stallion I ever saw
Sweet satin ladies on a Saturday night
You’ve never seen such a beautiful sight
With cowboys like Joe Bob
They’d ride off in the sunset
Oh, how I’d loved 'em
Rough at the edges
I could not detect a flaw
Old dusty cowboys
Rough at the edges
Rough at the edges
But smooth on the draw
Rough at the edges
But smooth on the draw, whoo-hoo
Ride, Joe Bob
Until this day, I bet he’s still bustin' broncos
Across that prairie in the sky
I won’t forget him if I live to a hundred, no
Joe Bob McKinzey was a hero of mine
Rough at the edges
But smooth on the draw
Rough at the edges
But smooth on the draw
He rode the finest stallion I ever saw
He was rough at the edges
But smooth on the draw, yeah