We're up to our axles in cowboys
With gitars and blu jeans and boots.
Ya gotta lookout 'cause they all look like outlaws.
You never know who they may shoot.

We're up to our axles in cowboys
Hard drinkin', tough talkin' galoots.
Yeah, we're up to our glasses in cowboys
That's why I wear my cowboy suit.

There's ten cowboys per cow in LA and Nashville
Dead birds on their hats look so fine.
They drink and they swear and all of them wear
Cowboy suits. That's why I'm wearing mine.

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We're up to our axles in cowboys
Hard drinkin', tough talkin' galoots.
Yeah, we're up to our glasses in cowboys
That's why I wear my cowboy suit.

There's ten cowboys per cow in LA and Nashville
Dead birds on their hats look so fine.
They drink and they swear and all of them wear
Cowboy suits. That's why I'm wearing mine.

Lyrics by Jack Blanchard. Music by Michael Warren.
© 2013 Jack Blanchard Songs (BMI). All rights reserved.
Reprinted by permission of the author.