The cowboy will never get married to you, girl   It's the fightin' that he just can't bear   But when there's women and whisky and beer-drinkin' brawls   The cowboy will always be there       He'll sing you sad songs, girl, 'cause that's all he knows   And soon you'll be listenin' to   Solutions to problems you don't even have   As he unloads his wisdoms on you       He'll have you believin' he's one-of-a-kind   And that his kind knows what livin's for   He's a dreamer by nature, a liar, and soon   He'll have you believin' he's more       He'll say he's a loner, to cover the truth   Some sympathy might see him through   Just a hand on his shoulder and a bottle of that booze   Then all he'll be needin' is you       He'll drink all your whisky, to clear out his head   Of the drinkin' he's already known   And with a little persuasion, he'll lie in your bed   And when you wake up, you're alone       Now you're feelin' sorry, and the cowboy is gone   He just a-has ta be a-movin' along   But honey when you get lonesome, turn your radio on   And the cowboy will sing you a song