Текст песни Red Elvises - Sad Cowboy Song

I bet you heard lots of tales
About love, about glory
That's all bullshit
Here goes my story

I was born in Chernobyl,
Grew up on a farm,
Though my father was dead
I was son of a gun

Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song
Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song

My sweetheart, Mary-Lou,
She was a folk singer
I gave her the ring
She gave me the finger

She treated me bad--she tickled my tummy
She done me wrong!
But at least she done me

Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song
Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song

(Guitar and drum solos)

My horse went to heaven,
He had too much grass
I ain't got no pants
To cover my ass

My guitar ain't got strings
My gun doesn't shoot
Ooooh, this life stinks,
And so do my boots

Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song
Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song

(Guitar solo)