Clay Anderson Johnson
The Cowboy Song
Verse 1
I just wiped cow shit off my gee-tar
‘Cause I set by my boots by accident
I’m too tired from working extra hard
‘Cause I need the money to pay my trailer rent
Someday this will all be over
For now I’ll just pass out on the floor
I’ll dream I’m lying in fields of clover
And forget I’m all over aching sore
Chorus
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee oooh
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee oooh
Verse 2
I had to shoot the horse that I rode in on
And my new wife turned out to be a whore
Still I’m the luckiest cowboy in all creation
‘Cause my ol’ pickup she’s a 4x4
Now the plains are all filled up with gas stations
And the wild wide prairie she ain’t no more
But a 12 pack of bear gives me liberation
Then breaking my back ain’t such a chore
Chorus
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee oooh
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee oooh
Verse 3
I don’t need me no more education
‘Cause I can read that sign says liquor store
I’m assured of my final restin’ destination
‘Cause I know I’ll always be poor
I’m proud of my country, the bestest nation
So I wave the flag from shore to shore
But sometimes I get me big frustration
‘Cause other folks they got so much, much more
Chorus
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee oooh
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee
Woe a ladee, ladee, ladee oooh
Verse 4
I hope all them smart ass libruls go to damnation
They’re all fancy pants and qeuars for sure
We don’t need us no more goddamned immigration
This land is mine, all mine forevermore
I’m the luckiest cowboy in all creation
Don’t say I’m not or I’ll kick you sore
Don’t talk to me about my salvation
I got it all, there ain’t no more
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