Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are, it seems I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy And lovin' the cowboy ways Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin'

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

No, it's not supposed to go like that Tommy found his daddy's gun And Joey had never seen one Real cowboy all dressed up As he held it in his hand Said, "You be good and I'll be bad" Then he pulled the trigger back Stopped little Tommy in his tracks

I can say it more than once 'Cause I'm thinking twice as fast, yodel-ayde-a Everything I like is nice That's why I try to have it twice, yodel-ayde-a Well, once I saw a bore Who was a social whore, yodel-ayde-a And they said I had a limp And then they

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

Country must be country wide Playin' Cash, Hank, Willie, and Waylon In foreign cars and four wheel drives There's cowboys and hillbillies From farm towns to big cities In every state, there's a station There ain't no doubt in my mind I grew up south of

Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are, it seems Sadly, in search of, and one step in back of I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy And lovin' the cowboy ways Pursuin' the life of my hard-ridin'

Through the middle of the night unknown And I'll ride The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't want to leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbing back behind the wheel of 50 feet of chrome and steel and a load They need in Chicago

Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye The glass is long gone broken I walk this road alone No thanks to you Lay your guns down let me die (why won't you just let me die)

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