Cocaine Cowboys

Well the boys round here ain't like the boys back home
They don't plant the fields they don't work the farms
The boys round here well they talk to fast
But when the times get hard, no they won't last

Cocaine cowboys, they're bad in the saddle
But they're coming from New York, LA and Seattle
They're all hat, they don't rope no cattle, they don't ride no bulls
They're cocaine cowboys, they never get sleep
With their bloodshot eyes and their cigarette teeth
And I wish that someone warned me, stay away from them cocaine cowboys

Well they're riding the rails right before the show
Better call up James when the bag gets low
But the crowd thins out the longer they play
You can't write a song without nothin to say

Cocaine cowboys, they're bad in the saddle
But they're coming from New York, LA and Seattle
They're all hat, they don't rope no cattle, they don't ride no bulls
They're cocaine cowboys, they never get sleep
They're out in the bars and up grinding their teeth
And I wish that someone warned me, stay away from them cocaine cowboys