The sun went in and the sky fell through
Don't take much to turn a cowboy blue
What the hell's gotten into me?
I'm about as low as a cowboy can be
Well it's high high noon at the last chance saloon
And I sure hope happiness will come along soon
Cos I've served my time and I've paid my dues...
But I got these doggone double-barrel cotton-picking cowboy blues
My roof is leaking and my horse is lame
AIn't got no one but myself to blame
How the hell can I get my mojo back
When it's high high noon and everything's black?
Well it's high high noon at the last chance saloon
And I sure hope happiness will come along soon
Cos I've done no crime and I've worn out my shoes...
But I got these lowdown, good-for-nothing, yellowbelly cowboy blues
My tank's on empty and I'm fresh out of luck
My baby left me for for a two-bit Yankee buck
My spurs and rusty and my reins are slack
Something goes wrong every time i turn my back
Well it's high high noon at the last chance saloon
And I sure hope happiness will come along soon
Cos I've served my time and I've paid my dues...
But I got these deep dark, paleface, tricky dicky cowboy blues
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The sun went in and the sky fell through
Don't take much to turn a cowboy blue
What the hell's gotten into me?
I'm about as low as a cowboy can be
Well it's high high noon at the last chance saloon
And I sure hope happiness will come along soon
Cos I've served my time and I've paid my dues...
But I got these doggone double-barrel cotton-picking cowboy blues
My roof is leaking and my horse is lame
AIn't got no one but myself to blame
How the hell can I get my mojo back
When it's high high noon and everything's black?
Well it's high high noon at the last chance saloon
And I sure hope happiness will come along soon
Cos I've done no crime and I've worn out my shoes...
But I got these lowdown, good-for-nothing, yellowbelly cowboy blues
My tank's on empty and I'm fresh out of luck
My baby left me for for a two-bit Yankee buck
My spurs and rusty and my reins are slack
Something goes wrong every time i turn my back
Well it's high high noon at the last chance saloon
And I sure hope happiness will come along soon
Cos I've served my time and I've paid my dues...
But I got these deep dark, paleface, tricky dicky cowboy blues
Don't take much to turn a cowboy blue
What the hell's gotten into me?
I'm about as low as a cowboy can be
Well it's high high noon at the last chance saloon
And I sure hope happiness will come along soon
Cos I've served my time and I've paid my dues...
But I got these doggone double-barrel cotton-picking cowboy blues
My roof is leaking and my horse is lame
AIn't got no one but myself to blame
How the hell can I get my mojo back
When it's high high noon and everything's black?
Well it's high high noon at the last chance saloon
And I sure hope happiness will come along soon
Cos I've done no crime and I've worn out my shoes...
But I got these lowdown, good-for-nothing, yellowbelly cowboy blues
My tank's on empty and I'm fresh out of luck
My baby left me for for a two-bit Yankee buck
My spurs and rusty and my reins are slack
Something goes wrong every time i turn my back
Well it's high high noon at the last chance saloon
And I sure hope happiness will come along soon
Cos I've served my time and I've paid my dues...
But I got these deep dark, paleface, tricky dicky cowboy blues
Writer: Peter Bennett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music, SENTRIC MUSIC