Cowboys Don't Shoot Straight (Like They Used To)

Big silver buckles and pre-faded jeans White knuckle rides on the bucking machine He rode into my life looking just like a sunset Turned out to be a bad dream I'd like to forget Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to They'll look you in the eye and lie with their white hats on Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to It's just wham bam, thank you ma'm and they're gone I traded my boots and saddle for a ticket to Seattle Get me off from underneath these western skies I'm tired of old blue jeans and if I hear one more 'Howdy, little lady', well I think I'm gonna scream Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to They'll look you in the eye and lie with their white hats on Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to It's just wham bam, thank you ma'm and they're gone Don't shoot straight like they used to Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to They'll look you in the eye and lie with their white hats on Cowboys don't shoot straight like they used to It's just wham bam, thank you ma'm and they're gone