Murrays Bay Country Club -
How Much Beef Could Electric Creek Beef If Electric Creek Could Creek Beef
Funky Suits and Cowboy Hats
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Bootstraps, yes my fresh pressed slacks
Loaded gun down my cummerbund
And a, neckerchief to wipe the sweat when i'm done
I rock those, Bolo ties
Yes those spinning spurs
Till the day I trade my horse for a hearse
I grab the bridle of my old lasso
A dark pair of shades and i'm
Good to go
Yes i'm
Right back in the saddle again
Riding out to a killer end
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Thats where it's at
I've crossed those barren plains
On a smoke stacked road train
You said take the boat mate
I said forget them both
Cause i'm
Right back in the saddle again
Riding out to killer end
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Tell me where it's at
They call the Outlaw
Yes that Man
The one in Black, up on the stand
Headhunters
Try and put a noose around my neck
Drop me high up off that deck
When the morning rolls around
I slip away again
You'll get hit from that big iron on my hip
Take a lickin' on a killer win as I
Lower my brim to the setting sun
Holster the gun and say
What fun to be
Right back in the saddle again
Riding out to a killer end
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Now you know where its at
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Bootstraps, yes my fresh pressed slacks
Loaded gun down my cummerbund
And a, neckerchief to wipe the sweat when i'm done
I rock those, Bolo ties
Yes those spinning spurs
Till the day I trade my horse for a hearse
I grab the bridle of my old lasso
A dark pair of shades and i'm
Good to go
Yes i'm
Right back in the saddle again
Riding out to a killer end
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Thats where it's at
I've crossed those barren plains
On a smoke stacked road train
You said take the boat mate
I said forget them both
Cause i'm
Right back in the saddle again
Riding out to killer end
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Tell me where it's at
They call the Outlaw
Yes that Man
The one in Black, up on the stand
Headhunters
Try and put a noose around my neck
Drop me high up off that deck
When the morning rolls around
I slip away again
You'll get hit from that big iron on my hip
Take a lickin' on a killer win as I
Lower my brim to the setting sun
Holster the gun and say
What fun to be
Right back in the saddle again
Riding out to a killer end
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Now you know where its at
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Funky suits and cowboy hats
Funky suits and cowboy hats
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Writer(s): Nick Nymyer
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