I heard this story
About a cowboy on the plain
There were no snakes in the shrub
No ice or freezing rain
There weren’t no bandits
And the doggies all obeyed
There were just campfires at night
And the days were full of shade
Full of shade
Full of shade
Full of shade
Full of shade
We had it made
I heard this story
About a cowboy riding high
There were no barbed wires
No semis passing by
No cellular towers
No paternity tests
No Grab-n-Go-Liquor
No police on the left
There weren’t no Best Westerns
With no Corolla parked outside
No woman screaming in the night
And losing her goddamn mind
Her goddamn mind
Her goddamn mind
Her goddamn mind
Her goddamn mind
She didn’t come to ask him
Just what she was s’posed to say
When Cassie says, “Mommy
Why did Daddy go away?”
He didn’t have to put his
Fist into the mirror
And when she said, “I hate you,”
He didn’t have to hear her
He didn’t have to hear her
Cause he was on the range
Out where there ain’t no fools’ gold
And no false claims
No false claims
No false claims
No false claims
No false claims
No false claims
No false claims
No false claims
No false claims
Bass: Rob Butterfield
Guitar, Keys, Drum Programming: Lon Rivers
Mixed by Rob Butterfield
Written by: Jeff Takacs