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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lindemann
Lindemann
Vocals
Peter Tägtgren
Peter Tägtgren
Guitar
Jonas Kjellgren
Jonas Kjellgren
Banjo
Pärlby Choir
Pärlby Choir
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Tägtgren
Peter Tägtgren
Composer
Till Lindemann
Till Lindemann
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Tägtgren
Peter Tägtgren
Producer
Jonas Kjellgren
Jonas Kjellgren
Recording Engineer
Jacob Hellner
Jacob Hellner
Post Production Engineer
Tom van Heesch
Tom van Heesch
Editing Engineer
Svante Forsbäck
Svante Forsbäck
Mastering Engineer
Stefan Glaumann
Stefan Glaumann
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hey cowboy hold your house don't cross this land Your journey is about to end I will take your gun, you take the bus This town is way too small and sexy for the two of us Am gonna rule this place alone now hit the road Go pizmoon all the way home And tell your wife i'll see her soon Since i was a kid i had this dream I want to be a tough guy, wide and mean Flying bullets, flying fists Born to ride and to be kissed Cowboy, cowboy We can ride Any horse and any bride Cowboy, cowboy Comes to town Beat you up and shoot you down I wear my blue jeans very tight Please the ladies every night They put money in my hat Makes their husbands so upset Cowboy, cowboy We can ride Any horse and any bride Cowboy, cowboy Comes to town Beat you up and shoot you down Cowboy, cowboy never die Feels no pain, never cries Cowboy you get all the chicks Big, big horses and big dicks yeah Was never wild, never mean Never joined a cowboy scene I just ride my rocking chair Hide my teeth in tupperware Cowboy, cowboy, this is sad Vomit in your cowboy hat Cowboy, cowboy, this is fun Lost the bullets, fuck your gun Cowboy, cowboy, we died Every night i have to cry Cowboy, cowboy, what a prick Drunken horse and shrunken dick
Writer(s): Peter Taegtgren, Till Lindemann Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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