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I am a lonesome hombreI spend my time driving my truck around town on SaturdaysI moved here from the cityI thought that maybeAll of my luck would change here in BoomtownBut it seems my face is wrongI don't fit in'Cause I don't haveCowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips, Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ...Cowboy lips are all right, all right by meStrap me on a pair of lips and I'll leave you beHigh in the saddle, my Chapstick in handThrough snow and wind and rain and sleet and sand,Cowboy Land...When I'm with all my buddiesMy snakeskin boots and my belt buckles shineBut they won't talk to meEven when I know their song I'm in the wrong key'Cause I don't haveCowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips, Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ...Cowboy lips are all right, all right by meLetras de cancionesJack Palance has got a sneer that's collagen-freeIf I had his mustache I'd wax up the tipsTo keep it off my cowboy lips, cowboy lipsWhen I'm out honky-tonkin'I smoke my Marlboros with the filters offIt makes me coughI can stomach Lone Star BeerBut not shots of ryeRye can only get byCowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips, Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ...Cowboy lips are all right, all right by mePainted, pierced and puckered are for sissies, you see (I likes 'em)Weathered and blistered and kissed by her brandThe kind of lips they wear in Cowboy-- (Way up there in Cowboy--)Lots of facial hair in Cowboy Lannnnnnnd ...(Here in Cowboy Land!) From Letras Mania