Well you're nothing but a paper cowboy Made out of glue and out of news And oh, 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 Oh, your bravado and your drug-dealing ways Well that only gives us the blues 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 This town has no use for you 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 Cause you're nothing but a paper cowboy So fade away like a good cowboy should With your pony, the reigns, down on the plains And you can tell them you're misunderstood Lay down your guns They were never loaded anyhow With your high-dollar boots And your trash-talking mouth This town has no use for you now