Cowboy Poetry Club
I love my legs 'cause they let me pedal in the city
I love my arms for the farming, hard work for the harvest
I love my feet 'cause they trust me to pull and tug out of the mud
So let's celebrate bad luck at the Cowboy Poetry Club
I got shoeshine and moonshine, a smile that got me here
I gave you one good look and asked 'where you goin' dear?'
A rose to soften those who give no mercy for my sin
I thought I really liked you but honey it was just the gin
I'm so poor I can't afford to pay attention
I gave you my two cents and you just put it in your pension
A coin in an empty jar makes a loud commotion
I measured out the dosage but I forgot to pick the poison
Might've lost my pride but I never lost a fight, makin' bad decisions for at least a thousand nights
But here's the point I've been trying to be a-makin: a life worth livin' is a life worth achin'
I love my legs 'cause they let me pedal in the city
I love my arms for the farming, hard work for the harvest
I love my feet 'cause they trust me to pull and tug out of the mud
So let's celebrate bad luck at the Cowboy Poetry Club
Who licked the red right off your candy
A good lookin fella aint enough to feel dandy
Take your trouble and leave it at the bar, but kiss a prickly pear and it could leave a nasty scar -
And If you got a problem with how I drive and steer
Well you can take a long long walk off a short, short pier
I'm a little afraid of the woods, -- As you should, as you should
I'm a little afraid of the woods, -- As you should, as you should
If I was a crying crow I'd sing you songs about all I know
If I was an alder leaf I'd take you dancing in the autumn breeze
But you're just trouble and I'm no good, so let's call it's a night like we should -- Like we should, like we should
I love my legs 'cause they let me leap and beat the shrub
I love my arms 'cause they hold on in case of sudden flood
I got these nails that defend me and nip it in the bud
So let's celebrate and recreate at the Cowboy Poetry Club
And if you got beef with me let's brawl it out at the Poetry Club
I'll never get drunk no more at the Cowboy Poetry Show
I love my arms for the farming, hard work for the harvest
I love my feet 'cause they trust me to pull and tug out of the mud
So let's celebrate bad luck at the Cowboy Poetry Club
I got shoeshine and moonshine, a smile that got me here
I gave you one good look and asked 'where you goin' dear?'
A rose to soften those who give no mercy for my sin
I thought I really liked you but honey it was just the gin
I'm so poor I can't afford to pay attention
I gave you my two cents and you just put it in your pension
A coin in an empty jar makes a loud commotion
I measured out the dosage but I forgot to pick the poison
Might've lost my pride but I never lost a fight, makin' bad decisions for at least a thousand nights
But here's the point I've been trying to be a-makin: a life worth livin' is a life worth achin'
I love my legs 'cause they let me pedal in the city
I love my arms for the farming, hard work for the harvest
I love my feet 'cause they trust me to pull and tug out of the mud
So let's celebrate bad luck at the Cowboy Poetry Club
Who licked the red right off your candy
A good lookin fella aint enough to feel dandy
Take your trouble and leave it at the bar, but kiss a prickly pear and it could leave a nasty scar -
And If you got a problem with how I drive and steer
Well you can take a long long walk off a short, short pier
I'm a little afraid of the woods, -- As you should, as you should
I'm a little afraid of the woods, -- As you should, as you should
If I was a crying crow I'd sing you songs about all I know
If I was an alder leaf I'd take you dancing in the autumn breeze
But you're just trouble and I'm no good, so let's call it's a night like we should -- Like we should, like we should
I love my legs 'cause they let me leap and beat the shrub
I love my arms 'cause they hold on in case of sudden flood
I got these nails that defend me and nip it in the bud
So let's celebrate and recreate at the Cowboy Poetry Club
And if you got beef with me let's brawl it out at the Poetry Club
I'll never get drunk no more at the Cowboy Poetry Show
Credits
Writer(s): Adi Bronicki, Nimrod Shmuel Goldfarb
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