I love a tall cowboy who’s lovin’ his saddle.
My horse n’ my beer n’ my hungry guitar.
My yard is a mess n’ my dog looks like heaven.
I don’t think my poor neck will stretch very far.
Look away. Look away, muddy water.
The elastic prairie has snapped in my back
n’ the dirt is all risin’ in buckets.
I run from a crime that I can’t even see
n’ my stomach is filled with gold nuggets.
Look away. Look away, climbing river.