Letras:
Cowboy Mouth Bad

for way too long. I'm gonna be bad, and it's gonna feel good. I'm gonna do everything your mother said we never should. I'm gonna be bad, and I'll wanna

I'm rollin' with the brothers, Big and Rich Go cowboy, go, cowboy, go (Go cowboy, go, cowboy, go) Go cowboy, go, cowboy, go (Go cowboy, go, cowboy, go

Friday night at midnight Looking for what I need I heard a tale that somewhere That a dude had a real go at me So like a rat race cowboy I slipped into

post office blueberries and bulrushes a tree with a tire swing volunteer fireman's fair the whole entire thing stella was heartbroken decided to start smoking bad taste in her mouth

suit He smoked a black cigar (So what?) He wore a Stetson hat (Yeah) He wore a pair-a cowboy boots He busted on through the doorway (Yeah, yeah) Bad

see me grab the plug tune fame As we go a little somethin' like this Look ma, no protection Now I got a daughter named ayana monay And I can play the cowboy

(Chorus) Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Do something about it (Repeat chorus) Well I'

parade passing to the polaroids right Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam Local lad made bad with cowboy

every finger Wore the tailor made suit He smoked a black cigar He wore a stetson hat, he wore a pair of cowboy boots He busted on through the doorway Bad