THE COWBOY

He left an oil spot on the drive
from his ol' blue car.
He left her barely feelin' alive
and the door ajar.

He left his boot prints on her rug, 
as he walked across her pride.
He only gave a shrug
and left her mangled up inside.

He left chew cans on the table,
unpaid bills for the cable,
foam cups from the mini-mart,
and a hole shot thru her heart...

Damned cowboys gotta run,
You just can't tie him down.
He's out to have his fun,
So wipe away that frown!

(That's how the west was won,
With double shots of Crown!)

By Sharon Frye