My Horse Is This Guitar

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i am just a cowboy, my horse is this guitar
A G D
she brought me all the way from hell to get drunk in this bar
and every night i’m right here / reaching for that shooting star
cuz i am just a cowboy / my horse is this guitar

v1
we ride out on fridays / & hit the honky tonks
singing bout the open range / and fat girls wearing thongs
mocking my stupidity / with old hank williams songs
and how they used to pass a pipe / but now we pass a bong

i’ve never roped a steer and i never shot a gun
but i wish that i was born before the west was won
and every day i sing a song to the setting sun
i’d rather be an outlaw, drunk and on the run

D G
oh i am just a cowboy, my horse is this guitar
A G D
she brought me all the way from hell to get drunk in this bar
and every night i’m right here / reaching for that shooting star
cuz i am just a cowboy / my horse is this guitar

v2
i wish there was still buffalo at home on the range
i wish that wearing leather chaps didn’t seem so strange
i wish that i could ride a horse and earn a living wage
but there aint no need for cowboys when the cows are in a cage

i guess that i’m a poet but i’m just not very good
i would be a better one if i only could
or i could be a better one if i only would
but either way it happens i’ll be misunderstood

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