When this war is over It will be a better day But it won't bring back Those poor boys in their graves Ain't no sense in no action Killin' people all the time When it happens on the street We call that a crime Man, he can get along

Who's gonna be your girl When all the boys are gone And who's gonna stop the moon When living is no more fun When will you wake up From all the dreams that you make up And who's gonna be your girl tonight I don't need to know just where you go, when You

Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up Though many have come There will never be another one Wraaa Daddy gonna pop that trunk Yeah, battle ship sunk, throwing dirt rock chunks Sling shot rocks broke no money lumps Looking up too D boys with the pretty dunks

Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for

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

Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room

Boys will be boys Have some composure And where is your posture? You're pulling the trigger Pulling the trigger Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention When I say shotgun, you say wedding

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

Ain't nobody Loves me better Makes me happy Makes me feel this way Loves me better than you And now we're flyin' through the stars I hope this night will last forever Oh oh oh oh Captured effortlessly

Don't wanna be a part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you but no thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me Favors for friends will get you in and get you far I don't need a membership to validate The hard