Ten gallon ascots and booze on your shirt I'll come to dinner and fight off the flirts I know I know of wash away weekends They leave me cold so cold so cold... Your hats they long Of range they've sung File out at night Shock steers with fright Shockers and shooters They line up for the hearse I wear my best wig and drive off the freelings In the cold the cold I'm bought by the sender And I've been sold for coal for coal... Your hats they long Of range they've sung File out at night Shock steers with fright The show the drone The talk the call The need the snow I'll show you home