Waste Of Aces If I Were A Cowboy
If I were a cowboy
I'd stand up on the plateau
Whispering a haiku
To my love that would be you
If I were a cowboy
Drink 'lotta whiskey
And when my girl gets frisky
I'd love her like a cowboy
Wanna be a cowboy
Run the open spaces
Upon my little horsey
I'd yodel with the doggies
Roll my very own stogies
Wanna be a cowboy
Live upon the range
And sleep next to the fire
I'd be gun-for-hire
Of this life I'd never tire
If I were a cowboy
Would want to be head-honcho
Gun beneath my poncho
If I were a cowboy
If I were a cowboy
I'd ride into El Paso
With my spurs and lasso
If I were a cowboy
Wanna be a cowboy
Run the open spaces
Upon my little horsey
I'd yodel with the doggies
And roll my very own stogies
Wanna be a cowboy
Live upon the range
And sleep next to the fire
To be gun-for-hire
Of this life I'd never tire
If I were a cowboy
I'd stand up on the plateau
Whispering a Haiku
To my love that would be you
If I were a cowboy
Drink 'lotta whiskey
And when my girl gets frisky
I'd love her like a cowboy
