Cowboy

I don't ride the range People asking why I'm country I just think it's strange How everybody talks about me Cruising on down the road Lifes, such a heavy load I still feel like Cowboy I'm the real Macoy Im the guy drifting in that chromed up Toy I'm a let loose I'm a tightened nuse I'm a tinfoil, on a half blown fuse I'm the the guy, that when I drift into town All the local people gather round I still feel like a cowboy As I roll in I can feel all eyes are on me Just out for a spin Feel like a one man army Coming in to your town You can hear me put the hammer down Still feel like a Cowboy I'm the real Macoy Im the guy drifting in that chromed up Toy I'm a let loose I'm a tightened nuse I'm a tinfoil, on a half blown fuse I'm the the guy, that when I drift into town All the local people gather round I still feel like a cowboy