(ron agnew)

The cowboy will never get married to you, girl
Its the fightin that he just cant bear
But when theres women and whisky and beer-drinkin brawls
The cowboy will always be there

Hell sing you sad songs, girl, cause thats all he knows
And soon youll be listenin to
Solutions to problems you dont even have
As he unloads his wisdoms on you

Hell have you believin hes one-of-a-kind
And that his kind knows what livins for
Hes a dreamer by nature, a liar, and soon
Hell have you believin hes more

Hell say hes a loner, to cover the truth
Some sympathy might see him through
Just a hand on his shoulder and a bottle of that booze
Then all hell be needin is you

Hell drink all your whisky, to clear out his head
Of the drinkin hes already known
And with a little persuasion, hell lie in your bed
And when you wake up, youre alone

Now youre feelin sorry, and the cowboy is gone
He just a-has ta be a-movin along
But honey when you get lonesome, turn your radio on
And the cowboy will sing you a song