Real Live Buckeroo

Well I ain't the type of cowboy that you'll see on TV

I wasn't near as pretty as Mama wanted me to be

Well I grew up on the ranches just cussin' all day long

Breakin' in them broomtails and hummin' old dirty songs

Whiskey tends to make me high and sad songs make me cry

And pretty women break my heart almost every night

Well I run on beans and nicotine I'm a real live buckeroo

And my heart's not pure and my boots ain't clean and I never tell the truth

Well if there's anything under my hat besides the cattle biz

Well I just can't seem to remember what it is

Yeah my thinkin's kinda crude but my lovin' gets plumb rank

Them girlies just don't understand me a snortin' round their flanks

And when I take a nasty fall I'll cuss until I'm blue

Then I'll get right up and on again just like you're s'posed to do

But it ain't because I'm so brave all that stuff's just talk

My daddy says the reason is I'm dumber than a box of rocks yeah

Whiskey tends to make me high...

This song ain't bout no Strawberry Roan or no ram page herd of steers

This is just the type of cowboy song that you probably don't like to hear

This song ain't got no message and won't feel perty in yer ear

This song is just one of them there

Well this song is just one of them there these here yeah