Real Live Buckeroo

Well I ain't the type of cowboy that you'll see on TV



I wasn't near as pretty as Mama wanted me to be



Well I grew up on the ranches just cussin' all day long



Breakin' in them broomtails and hummin' old dirty songs



Whiskey tends to make me high and sad songs make me cry



And pretty women break my heart almost every night



Well I run on beans and nicotine I'm a real live buckeroo



And my heart's not pure and my boots ain't clean and I never tell the truth



Well if there's anything under my hat besides the cattle biz



Well I just can't seem to remember what it is



Yeah my thinkin's kinda crude but my lovin' gets plumb rank



Them girlies just don't understand me a snortin' round their flanks



And when I take a nasty fall I'll cuss until I'm blue



Then I'll get right up and on again just like you're s'posed to do



But it ain't because I'm so brave all that stuff's just talk



My daddy says the reason is I'm dumber than a box of rocks yeah



Whiskey tends to make me high...



This song ain't bout no Strawberry Roan or no ram page herd of steers



This is just the type of cowboy song that you probably don't like to hear



This song ain't got no message and won't feel perty in yer ear



This song is just one of them there



Well this song is just one of them there these here yeah