| Well the boys round here ain’t like the boys back home
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| They don’t plant the fields, they won’t work the farm
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| The boys round here, well they talk too fast
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| When the times get hard, no they won’t last
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| Cocaine cowboys, they’re bad in the saddle
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| But they’re coming from New York, LA, and Seattle
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| They’re all hat, they don’t rope no cattle
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| They don’t ride no bulls
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| Cocaine cowboys, they never get sleep
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| With their bloodshot eyes and their cigarette teeth
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| I wish that someone warned me
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| Stay away from them cocaine cowboys
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| Well they’re riding the rails right before the show
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| Better call up James when the bag gets low
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| The crowd thins out the longer they play
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| You can’t write a song with nothing to say
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| 'Cause the cocaine cowboys, they’re bad in the saddle
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| But they come in from New York, LA, and Seattle
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| They’re all hat, they don’t rope no cattle
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| They don’t ride no bulls
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| Cocaine cowboys, they never get sleep
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| They’re out in the bars and grinding their teeth
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| And I wish that someone warned me
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| Stay away from them cocaine cowboys
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| And I wish that someone warned me
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| Stay away from them cocaine cowboys |