The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
The Murder City Devils
A cowboy is to the prairie
As a sailor is to the sea
A cowboy is to the prairie
As a trucker is to the highway
If you don't think that cowboys cry
Well then you never heard a cowboy's song
If you don't think that cowboys cry
Your Daddy's not from Montana
You've never spent the night
Under the big sky
You never been
Left behind for a saddle, and a bottle of rye
If you don't think that cowboys cry
Well then you never heard a cowboy's song
If you don't think that cowboys cry
If you don't think that cowboys cry
Well then you never heard a cowboy's song
If you don't think that cowboys cry
(aaahhh-oooooooo)
(aaahhh-oooooooo)
If you don't think that cowboy's cry
You never been left
For a campfire, and a can of beans
You never been left, for that big sky
For that big sky
For a saddle and a bottle of rye
And a bottle of rye
A cowboy is to the prairie
As a sailor is to the sea
A cowboy is to the prairie
As a trucker is to the highway