Big silver buckles
And pre-faded jeans
White knuckle rides
On the bucking machine
He rode into my life
Looking just like a sunset
Turned out to be a bad dream
I'd like to forget
Cowboys don't shoot straight
Like they used to
They'll look you in the eye and lie
With their white hats on
Cowboys don't shoot straight
Like they used to
It's just wham bam
"Thank you, ma'm"
And they're gone
I traded my boots and saddle
For a ticket to Seattle
Get me off from underneath
These western skies
I'm tired of old blue jeans
Ind if I hear one more
"Howdy, little lady"
Well, I think I'm gonna scream
Cowboys don't shoot straight
Like they used to
They'll look you in the eye and lie
With their white hats on
Cowboys don't shoot straight
Like they used to
It's just wham bam
"Thank you, ma'm"
And they're gone
Cowboys don't shoot straight
Like they used to
They'll look you in the eye and lie
With their white hats on
Cowboys don't shoot straight
Like they used to
It's just wham bam
"Thank you, ma'm"
And they're gone