Carhartt Cowboy

I don't get mad at you for getting up early

Please don't be mad at me for staying up late

You know my hours are a little bit surly

From when the sun goes down to when the devil wakes

But there'll be angels in the mornin' when the joy comes if you believe

In that hopeful sentiment

And I'll always be here for you

Till the heavens makes me prove

When I cried for mercy that I meant it

I'll be your Carhartt cowboy

I'll be your fancy-dudded dude

I'll be everything in between

That you want me to

I'll be your cookin'-up-chow-boy

Your holy-cow-wow-boy

It's all up to you

I'll do anything that you want me to

You know, never slowin' down will wear ya thin

Even when you're ridin' high with a master plan

And you know the shape that I can get myself in

Between a couple of drinks, and now I need a hand

But I been waitin' on the mornin' when the joy come

'Cause I'm a fool for that hopeful sentiment

You've been tossed about with me

Like two old souls lost at sea

Ridin' out the waves till they relent

And I'll be your Carhartt cowboy

I'll be your fancy-dudded dude

I'll be everything in between

That you want me to

I'll be your cookin'-up-chow boy

Your holy-cow-wow boy

Runnin'-that-plow boy

Look, what you did now, boy?

It's all up to you

I'll do anything you want me to