Paper Cowboy

Well you're nothing but a paper cowboy
Made out of glue and old news
And all your bravado and your drug-dealing ways
That only gives us the blues

Well you're nothing but a paper cowboy
Made out of glue and old news
And all bravado and your drug-dealing ways
Well that only gives us the blues

Yeah, you're always out talking a good game
With your cronies, your clowns, and your dogs
All of the things that you say you'll do
Well a million-to-one says you won't

So lay down your guns
They were never loaded anyhow
With your high-dollar boots
And your trash-talking mouth
Oh, this town has no use for you now

Now when everyone gets on to your tricks
Where in the hell are you gonna go?
Can't say you've got nothing to prove
Baby, when you've got nothing show

Because you're nothing but a paper cowboy
So fade away like a good cowboy should
Give your pony the reigns down on the plains
And you can tell them you was misunderstood

So lay down your guns
They were never loaded anyhow
With your high-dollar boots
And your trash-talking mouth

Oh this town has no use for you now
Said, this town has no use for you now