Sometimes I think these boots are better off on your porch My hat sure looks at home hanging on your side of the door It's hard to pack a bag with you lying there in bed And even harder backin' down your drive Thinking bout the words you said
Rock and roll cowboy How high you gotta fly How many miles you gotta ride 'Fore you hang your saddle up Rock and roll cowboy You got restless in your soul If you ain't out there on that road So go on and rock and roll cowboy
I can feel the wheels hear that engine hum a highway song Starin' out at another midnight whiskey windshield all night long Another town, another show, another hotel room Another missin' you over this phone When you comin' home, when you comin' home
Rock and roll cowboy How high you gotta fly How many miles you gotta ride 'Fore you hang your saddle up Rock and roll cowboy You got restless in your soul If you ain't out there on that road So go on and rock and roll cowboy
Rock and roll cowboy
Rock and roll cowboy Oh, you know where you belong You ain't you if you ain't gone You'll never hang your saddle up
Rock and roll cowboy How high you gotta fly How many miles you gotta ride How many miles, how many miles Rock and roll cowboy Rock and roll cowboyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
