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)

Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in

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

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'

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

Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight Returning to our silver screens Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range Turn on

You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life ain't fun, when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun The life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride till there ain't no place to

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys 'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone Even

Let it kiss you some stars out of the sky Get carried away like some deep river rolling Tonight, I wanna be your cowboy lullaby There's just something about horses That can touch you deep down in your soul You and me can do that tonight and Underneath