Broken Cowboy

He’s always looking for me
With red wine on his teeth
He’s always at my door
With a ten dollar bottle that he’s waiting to poor

I lost something in the hill country
He took a piece of my heart away from me
Among other things he’s a cold heartbreaker
The broken cowboy stole my music maker

I looked under every single bridge
Every dark alley and every single ditch
I walked over congress on a line
With a song I shouldn’t sing and a fire in my mind

I lost something in the hill country
He took a piece of my heart away from me
I always knew he was a dance hall shaker
The broken cowboy stole my music maker