Lyrics

Yeah, I like to wear these boots and old blue jeans I keep my cards close to my chest, ace up my sleeve I might be old fashioned, a little stuck in my ways The closest thing to the real thing you'll find these days I ain't no John Wayne Ain't riding off into the sunset, leaving what I love behind Only silhouette smoke from a cigarette up against the western sky In the bottom of the bottle, high in the saddle Thinking I'm better off on my own I've done enough cowboying to know I ain't that kind of cowboy I ain't that kind of cowboy The first time your wild blue eyes looked at me I was all but done for, swore I'd never be One of those silver screen heroes, we know all too well The kind that always ran from what they felt Ain't a chance in hell I'm riding off into the sunset, leaving what I love behind Only silhouette smoke from a cigarette up against the western sky In the bottom of the bottle, high in the saddle Thinking I'm better off on my own I've done enough cowboying to know I ain't that kind of cowboy This ain't one you wanna get up from when you're thrown And I've done enough cowboying to know That I ain't riding off into the sunset, leaving what I love behind Only silhouette smoke from a cigarette up against the western sky In the bottom of the bottle, high in the saddle Thinking I'm better off on my own I've done enough cowboying to know Girl, I've done enough cowboying to know That I ain't that kind of cowboy I ain't that kind of cowboy
Writer(s): Tim Nichols, Wynn Varble, Deric Ruttan, Jeff Outlaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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