Cowboy Killers

For all the times are tough and the living, lean

Heart grew hard, mind got mean

Slept in the saddle for your pay

Dust in your teeth until your spitting black

Guide the path of the split toe track of cattle

They always seem to know the way

They was cowboy killers. every single one

The broncs, the bottle, the barrel of the gun

The Devil had dibs on the Missouri River western shore

They was cowboy killers every other day

He put a fire in the sorrel, the roan, the bay

Curse their names, but you always come back for more

Well, you sweat in the spring and you freeze in the fall

Serenaded by the coyote call

Four black hooves keeping beat in steady time

And you drift away to another place

Late at night you can see her face

She sing a song for the love of the woman that you left behind

They was cowboy killers, every single one

Broncs, the bottle, the barrel of the gun

The Devil had dibs on the Missouri River western shore

They was cowboy killers every other day

He put a fire in the sorrel, the roan, the bay

Curse their names, but you always come back for more

Blame the loneliness on your chosen profession

Broken heart just a burden lessened

Bet she never heard you clicking as you rode away

And all these things in motion to put you down

Stuck the shovel in the cold black ground

Always intended on digging yourself a grave

They was cowboy killers, every single one

Broncs, the bottle, the barrel of the gun

The Devil had dibs on the Missouri River western shore

They was cowboy killers every other day

He put a fire in the sorrel, the roan, the bay

Curse their names, but you always come back for more

All these cowboy killers

These cowboy killers

Oh, the cowboys always beat 'em to the chase