Sad Cowboy Song - Igor, Red Elvises

I bet you heard lots of tales

About love, about glory

That’s all bullshit

Here goes my story

I was born in Chernobyl

Grew up on a farm

Though my father was dead

I was son of a gun

Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song

Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song

My sweetheart, Mary-Lou

She was a folk singer

I gave her the ring

She gave me the finger

She treated me bad--she tickled my tummy

She done me wrong!

But at least she done me

Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song

Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song

(Guitar and drum solos)

My horse went to heaven

He had too much grass

I ain’t got no pants

To cover my ass

My guitar ain’t got strings

My gun doesn’t shoot

Ooooh, this life stinks

And so do my boots

Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song

Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song

(Guitar solo)