He's a good time cowboy Casanova Leaning up against the record machine He looks like a cool drink of water But he's candy-coated misery He's the devil in disguise A snake with blue eyes And he only comes out at night Gives you feelings that you don't

I should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Stealin' the young girls' hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singin' those campfire songs Woah, I should've been a cowboy Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive I bet you've

Hank let's talk about your daddy tell me how your mama loved that man Well just break out a bottle hoss I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band We won't talk about the habits just the music and the man Now Hank you just got to tell me did your daddy

Closer to you Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue Set me free, oh, I pray Closer to heaven above and closer to you Cowboy take me away I said, I wanna touch the earth I wanna break it in my hands I wanna grow something wild and unruly Oh,

El Paso City By the Rio Grande From thirty thousand feet above the desert floor I see it there below A city with a legend, the West Texas city of El Paso Where long ago I heard a song about a Texas cowboy and a girl And a little place called Rosa's where

She wants a cowboy Riding with him in the wide open The Cheyenne wind, no fences can hold 'em Ropin' her dreams, Texas and smoke in his voice Fancy ties, pinstripe suits Gold cuff links, Italian shoes But she likes boots, she wants a cowboy New York

At the home game, we'd rock That small town fame in the parking lot All the pretty girls yelling go Big Blue Best part never made the front page news Stain on my lips from cowboy red And her kiss and all of it, all of it, yeah Gone in a flash, the times

She found a cowboy And I hear they've settled down somewhere out west Well I guess it's for the best And I can't forget her Here in Del Rio Nothin' seems to change except the weather She goes runnin' through my mind Like that Rio Grande river winds

Ghost Riders in the sky Yippie yi ooh Yippie yi yay An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to