Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cowboys, artist - Counting Crows.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Cowboys |
Cowboys on the road tonight |
Crying in their sleep |
If I was a hungry man |
With a gun in my hand |
And some promises to keep |
Wanted to change the world |
Watch as easy as murder |
It’s all headlights |
And vapor trails |
And circle K killers |
And I know I could look |
At anyone but you now |
I could fall |
Into the eyes of anyone |
But you now, now, now, now |
So come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now |
Come on, come on, come on now |
Come on through now |
This is a list |
Of what I should have been |
But I’m not |
This is a list of the things |
That I should have seen |
But I’m not seeing |
Look in your eyes |
As these fingertips |
Slip on your neck |
And make you shiver |
I am just turning away |
From where |
I should have been |
Because I am not anything |
Oh, anything |
Oh The president |
Is in bed tonight |
But he can’t |
Catch his sleep |
Cause all the cowboys |
On the radio are killers |
And I am gonna leave |
Fuel of you |
Cause you never |
Make her feel |
Like anything |
She said I want him |
To feel a thing |
But I can feel |
I can’t feel |
I know I could look |
At anyone but you now |
I could fall |
Into the arms of anyone |
But you now, now, now, now |
So come on, come on, come on Come on oh come on through now |
Come on, come on, come on Oh come on through now |
This is a list |
Of what I should have been |
But I’m not |
This is a list of the things |
That I should have seen |
But I’m not seeing |
Look in your eyes |
As these fingers on slip |
In your dress |
And make you shiver |
I am just turning away |
From what I shouldn’t see |
Because I am not anything |
Oh, anything |
Oh Everyone’s |
Is in bed tonight, |
But nobody can sleep |
Cause all the satellites |
Are watching |
Through our windows |
She says |
She doesn’t love me Like-but she’s acting |
But it’s just |
If she isn’t talking |
Mr. Lincoln’s head |
Is bleeding |
On a front row |
While she’s speaking |
I said |
Come all you cowboys |
All you |
Blue-eyed baby boys |
Oh, come on all you |
Dashing gentlemen |
Of summer |
I’ll wait for you |
And Saturday’s a memory |
And Sunday |
Comes to gather me Into the arms of God |
And welcome me Cause I believe |
I believe |
And I know |
I could look |
At anyone but you now |
I could fall |
Into the eyes of anyone |
But you now, now, now, now |
So come on, come on, come on Oh come on through now |
Come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now |
This is a list |
Of what I should have been |
But I’m not |
This is a list of the things |
That I should have seen |
But I’m not seeing |
You look in me And so please |
Won’t you look at me Cause I am not seeing you |
Look at me |
I want to make you |
Look at me Or I am not anything |
Oh, anything |
No, no No, no |