My blood soaked in the desert dirt, I've never felt so blessed
Coyotes howlin' in the mountains and some demons in my chest
I grabbed the nearest boy down to the ground I asked him for a light
He said I think you need some water; I said I think you need a fight
'Cause I'm a cowboy
Big f*ckin' cowboy
More pious than a preacher's son, you're looking at a saint
Close my eyes and pray to Jesus "Lord please tell me my fate"
I drink and gamble like the chosen one, not one to overrate
When I get back upon my feet you'll see the people adulate
This cowboy
Big f*ckin' cowboy
Mama, she loved me. She bought me my gun
Now she watches me from heaven, I was always mama's son
I serve my family with pride, you might say I'm offended easily
Never looking for a fight they seem to come naturally
To a cowboy
Big f*ckin' cowboy
The Can-Do Attitude - Big Fuckin' Cowboy Lyrics
The Can-Do Attitude - Big Fuckin' Cowboy Lyrics
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My blood soaked in the desert dirt, I've never felt so blessed
Coyotes howlin' in the mountains and some demons in my chest
I grabbed the nearest boy down to the ground I asked him for a light
He said I think you need some water; I said I think you need a fight
'Cause I'm a cowboy
Big f*ckin' cowboy
More pious than a preacher's son, you're looking at a saint
Close my eyes and pray to Jesus "Lord please tell me my fate"
I drink and gamble like the chosen one, not one to overrate
When I get back upon my feet you'll see the people adulate
This cowboy
Big f*ckin' cowboy
Mama, she loved me. She bought me my gun
Now she watches me from heaven, I was always mama's son
I serve my family with pride, you might say I'm offended easily
Never looking for a fight they seem to come naturally
To a cowboy
Big f*ckin' cowboy
Coyotes howlin' in the mountains and some demons in my chest
I grabbed the nearest boy down to the ground I asked him for a light
He said I think you need some water; I said I think you need a fight
'Cause I'm a cowboy
Big f*ckin' cowboy
More pious than a preacher's son, you're looking at a saint
Close my eyes and pray to Jesus "Lord please tell me my fate"
I drink and gamble like the chosen one, not one to overrate
When I get back upon my feet you'll see the people adulate
This cowboy
Big f*ckin' cowboy
Mama, she loved me. She bought me my gun
Now she watches me from heaven, I was always mama's son
I serve my family with pride, you might say I'm offended easily
Never looking for a fight they seem to come naturally
To a cowboy
Big f*ckin' cowboy
Writer: Norman May
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid