dont picking up those naughty rose
dont treat them like the bounce
stupid bois and girls
waving them body up and down
tea could easily goes cold
in the morning of the town
people young and people old
black cloak will finaly come
im the cowboy whos lost his pistol
my weapon now is nothin but the whistle
if u wanna fight with my ego
it goes～～～～～～
roads ahead could never short
i should move before the dawn
settle down is also bored
cant spend my life with those dumb
carving days on the walls of bar
counting the souls under my gun
summer is hot before the autumn
but it usualy wont be long
im the cowboy whos lost his pistol
my weapon now is nothin but the whistle
if u wanna fight with my ego
it goes～～～～～～
im the cowboy whos lost his pistol
my weapon now is nothin but the whistle
if u wanna fight with my ego
it goes～～～～～～
mountains will burn and rivers gone dry
only the birds and horse survive
winter is cold people will cry
heavy snow gon swallow ur voice
money is more loyal than dice
but dont lend it to another man
cuz love is too expensive to buy
alcohol is cheaping all the time
leave one bullet for my own head
fire the gun when the sunset
hope my horse will be alright
hope it always find the sunrise
if u find a stinky old hat
theres a tiny note inside
“go fixing up the hole on the right side
blow up my whistle for the new life”
its goes ～～～
