| Well I ain’t the type of cowboy that you’ll see on TV
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| I wasn’t near as pretty as Mama wanted me to be
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| Well I grew up on the ranches just cussin' all day long
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| Breakin' in them broomtails and hummin' old dirty songs
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| Whiskey tends to make me high and sad songs make me cry
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| And pretty women break my heart almost every night
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| Well I run on beans and nicotine I’m a real live buckeroo
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| And my heart’s not pure and my boots ain’t clean and I never tell the truth
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| Well if there’s anything under my hat besides the cattle biz
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| Well I just can’t seem to remember what it is
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| Yeah my thinkin’s kinda crude but my lovin' gets plumb rank
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| Them girlies just don’t understand me a snortin' round their flanks
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| And when I take a nasty fall I’ll cuss until I’m blue
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| Then I’ll get right up and on again just like you’re s’posed to do
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| But it ain’t because I’m so brave all that stuff’s just talk
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| My daddy says the reason is I’m dumber than a box of rocks yeah
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| Whiskey tends to make me high…
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| This song ain’t bout no Strawberry Roan or no ram page herd of steers
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| This is just the type of cowboy song that you probably don’t like to hear
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| This song ain’t got no message and won’t feel perty in yer ear
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| This song is just one of them there
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| Well this song is just one of them there these here yeah |