| I’m looking like a lobster wearing flip-flops and a Stetson
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| Guess that’s why they call it fishing instead of catching
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| 'Cause I ain’t had a single bite all day
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| But I caught a buzz and there ain’t no limit on tang ray
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| Ain’t quite sure how I wound up way down here
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| It’s a long haul to ropes and sails from roping steers
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| Ain’t gonna worry about that, just gonna have some fun
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| Gotta be one fish down there dumber than I am drunk
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| It ain’t that far from Waco to Galveston
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| I’m what you get when you mix a Prairie dog and an old beach bum
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| Cow chips, B-S and ships ahoy
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| I’m a saltwater cowboy
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| There’s a Tiki party down the beach about a mile or two
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| Where they’re singing with Jimmy and toasting to Chris LeDoux
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| And if it weren’t for Captain Morgan steering this ship
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| I might untie that rope and back her on up outta this
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| It ain’t that far from Waco to Galveston
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| I’m what you get when you mix a Prairie dog and an old beach bum
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| Cow chips, B-S and ships ahoy
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| I’m a saltwater cowboy
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| If this bottle goes overboard, you’d better wish me luck
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| Well, I’m afraid of sharks but I’m terrified of sobering up
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| It ain’t that far from Waco to Galveston
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| I’m what you get when you mix a Prairie dog and an old beach bum
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| Cow chips, B-S and ships ahoy
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| I’m a saltwater cowboy
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| I’m a saltwater cowboy |