I am a lonesome hombre   I spend my time driving my truck around town on Saturdays   I moved here from the city   I thought that maybe   All of my luck would change here in Boomtown   But it seems my face is wrong   I don't fit in   'Cause I don't have   Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips,    Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ...      Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me   Strap me on a pair of lips and I'll leave you be   High in the saddle, my Chapstick in hand   Through snow and wind and rain and sleet and sand,   Cowboy Land...      When I'm with all my buddies   My snakeskin boots and my belt buckles shine   But they won't talk to me   Even when I know their song I'm in the wrong key   'Cause I don't have   Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips,    Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ...      Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me   Jack Palance has got a sneer that's collagen-free   If I had his mustache I'd wax up the tips   To keep it off my cowboy lips, cowboy lips      When I'm out honky-tonkin'   I smoke my Marlboros with the filters off   It makes me cough   I can stomach Lone Star Beer   But not shots of rye   Rye can only get by   Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips,    Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ...      Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me   Painted, pierced and puckered are for sissies, you see (I likes 'em)   Weathered and blistered and kissed by her brand   The kind of lips they wear in Cowboy--    (way up there in Cowboy--)   Lots of facial hair in Cowboy Lannnnnnnd ...   (Here in Cowboy Land!)      [called "Barber Lips" on album "Coaster" 2002 because it is sung in Barbershop style;   shorter version titled "Cowboy Lips" on "The Bobs" 1982]