Cowboy Song

So long I'm off to the races
I got so close I could taste it
Sister you know that I hate it
It's time to buckle down

The plan is bulk up my savings
In a suburban Oasis
Buy a Toyota Corolla
Drive past my exes house

Ignore the familiar faces
They all thought I was famous
Now I'm back in the same room I slept in when I had braces
I always thought I would make it
Guess I'm not special
Spent 6 years maxing out credit cards
Like an outlaw

I wanna be a cowboy and ride away
So I could live my life on holiday
They made me get a real job
Needed to get paid
Now all I've got is 2 weeks of vacation days

Damn
Party's over
I'm a sucker
I'm another soul that never got the time of day
Damn
Time to clock in
Time to check out
I wanna be a cowboy and ride away

They told me shoot for the stars
So I tried to lasso the god damn moon
I swear it wasn't so far
When I was fake inhaling black and milds
Cutting school
Damn I thought I was cool
Breaking all the rules
I was such a fool but man I had it easy then
Damn I'm back in Baltimore
Things are colder now
There so much left to be said
I hate the way it sounds

I wanna be a cowboy and ride away
So I could live my life on holiday
They made me get a real job
Needed to get paid
Now all I've got is 2 weeks of vacation days

Damn
Party's over
I'm a sucker
I'm another soul that never got the time of day
Damn
Time to clock in
Time to check out
I wanna be a cowboy and ride away
I wanna be a cowboy and ride away

I work a real job
I really miss the stage
My dreams are dead but it's nice to be finally getting paid



Credits
Writer(s): Conner Troxell
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