I bet you heard lots of tales
About love, about glory
That's all bullsh**
Here goes my story
I was born in Chernobyl
Grew up on a farm
Though my father was dead
I was son of a gun
Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song
Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song
My sweetheart, Mary-Lou
She was a folk singer
I gave her the ring
She gave me the finger
She treated me bad--she tickled my tummy
She done me wrong!
But at least she done me
Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song
Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song
(Guitar and drum solos)
My horse went to heaven
He had too much gra**
I ain't got no pants
To cover my a**
My guitar ain't got strings
My gun doesn't shoot
Ooooh, this life stinks
And so do my boots
Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song
Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song
(Guitar solo)