The man stands in a field
Waiting for time to pass
Hoping anything will happen
Come my son
What have you
Why lay you there
Upon a hill
The cowboy stands alone looking at his cattle everyday
Sheep cows horses that's his life, nothing more
He takes a hand to his 45 on his right hip, he takes one hand to his 45 on his left
His two best friends
He pulls out the left
*ah*
Yet he feels nothing
The cowboy still stands lost in his lackluster daily life
What's the point of it all
He could just end it right here
No more cattle no more working
True freedom
And that's what he does
*ah*
Laying in a pool of mud, the cowboy finally feels at peace
No more noises no more work
Just rest forever
Miller Low Life - Colt 45 Lyrics
Miller Low Life - Colt 45 Lyrics
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The man stands in a field
Waiting for time to pass
Hoping anything will happen
Come my son
What have you
Why lay you there
Upon a hill
The cowboy stands alone looking at his cattle everyday
Sheep cows horses that's his life, nothing more
He takes a hand to his 45 on his right hip, he takes one hand to his 45 on his left
His two best friends
He pulls out the left
*ah*
Yet he feels nothing
The cowboy still stands lost in his lackluster daily life
What's the point of it all
He could just end it right here
No more cattle no more working
True freedom
And that's what he does
*ah*
Laying in a pool of mud, the cowboy finally feels at peace
No more noises no more work
Just rest forever
Waiting for time to pass
Hoping anything will happen
Come my son
What have you
Why lay you there
Upon a hill
The cowboy stands alone looking at his cattle everyday
Sheep cows horses that's his life, nothing more
He takes a hand to his 45 on his right hip, he takes one hand to his 45 on his left
His two best friends
He pulls out the left
*ah*
Yet he feels nothing
The cowboy still stands lost in his lackluster daily life
What's the point of it all
He could just end it right here
No more cattle no more working
True freedom
And that's what he does
*ah*
Laying in a pool of mud, the cowboy finally feels at peace
No more noises no more work
Just rest forever
Writer: Joseph Blair
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