Murder City Devils - Bunkhouse Lyrics
A cowboy is to the prairieAs a sailor is to the seaA cowboy is to the prairieAs a trucker is to the highwayIf you dont think that cowboys cryWell then you never heard a cowboys songIf you dont think that cowboys cryYour Daddys not from MontanaYouve never spent the nightUnder the big skyYou never beenLeft behind for a saddle, and a bottle of ryeIf you dont think that cowboys cryWell then you never heard a cowboys songIf you dont think that cowboys cryIf you dont think that cowboys cryWell then you never heard a cowboys songIf you dont think that cowboys cry(aaahhh-oooooooo)(aaahhh-oooooooo)If you dont think that cowboys cryYou never been leftFor a campfire, and a can of beansYou never been left, for that big skyFor that big skyFor a saddle and a bottle of ryeAnd a bottle of ryeA cowboy is to the prairieAs a sailor is to the seaA cowboy is to the prairieAs a trucker is to the highway