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Cowboy Mouth Are You With Me

the Sunday sun A summer Sunday when you went insane You said you're going but I said I came I'm throwing oranges in an apple cart The ties that bind are tearing me

you on a public phone. i wanted passion, i wanted desire. my heart is a flame that pains me if i do not light it on fire. you're out doing what i wanted you

pass when you offer me some Take me back to New Orleans And drop me at my door Cause I might love you yeah but I love me more Take me back to New Orleans

bye having to find a place to hide when all you feel these days is empty inside well i remember the last time we met you held a stranger's hand you introduced him to me

you wake yourself You wonder what you're doing As you rub your eyes so violently While falling out of bed Is there nothing educational In words that you are

you are a rock star deep down inside You walk with a swagger, got nothin' to hide Cigarette in your mouth, a cuff on your jeans Your sideburns are perfect, you

make you feel better We are the ones that will make you feel better We are the ones that will make you feel better We are the ones that will make you feel better We are

'm a cowboy, I wear my Timbs with spurs (Everybody goes) While all you front, the big picture stays the same You can change the frame all you want You

them all in the eye they better wish they was me. [Chorus] I bet you wish you walked like me, damn sure wish you could talk like me. I bet you wish you