Foggy was a cowboy, from his spurs up to his chest
He never backed down from a fight, Foggy died the best
He weren't much for small talk, in fact he never spoke at all
Except for singing in the mornings, or when his love would come to call
And now the body is gone, but the legend lives on
Sometimes Foggy was a mean one
Just like a rooster in a pen
But I will raise my glass to Foggy
'Cause that old bastard was my friend
Foggy loved ladies, he even gave some girls a poke
And he almost drowned in '99, guess it weren't his time to go
And now the body is gone, but the legend lives on
Sometimes Foggy was a mean one
Just like a rooster in a pen
But I will raise my glass to Foggy
'Cause that old bastard was my friend
Oh Foggy
On a crisp clean summer morning, with the sun high in the sky
Foggy felt the angels pull him up, and he laid right down to die
Now Foggy rests eternal, his soul on some uncharted plain
And all that's left is what matters most, the legend of Foggy Jane
Now the body is gone, but the legend lives on
Sometimes Foggy was a mean one
Just like a rooster in a pen
But I will raise my glass to Foggy
'Cause that old bastard was my friend
Yeah, sometimes Foggy played the bastard
Oh, but who doesn't now and then
I will raise my glass to Foggy
'Cause that old rooster was my friend
Oh Foggy fly
Oh Foggy