Cowboy Sam
COWBOY sam
my hat is crokked and my gun is jammed
i got a two dallor watch and a smoke
somebody stole my old goat rope
and i drink and i still toke
i drink a lot of whiskey
and i cheat and i lie
and i belly up to the bar
and i fill my belly with shots of rye
i spend coins that i pry from dead mens fingers
and i cry and i sigh and i get high
i sat down on a cactus the other nite
and the thorn is still in my butt
i wish my mother would pull it out for me
but she died when i was young
i am cowboy sam
my hat is crokked and my gun is jammed
oh look here comes the sun
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