The Bobs - Barber Lips lyrics

I am a lonesome hombre I spend my time driving my truck around town on Saturdays I moved here from the city I thought that maybe All of my luck would change here in Boomtown But it seems my face is wrong I don't fit in 'Cause I don't have Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ... Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me Strap me on a pair of lips and I'll leave you be High in the saddle, my Chapstick in hand Through snow and wind and rain and sleet and sand Cowboy Land... When I'm with all my buddies My snakeskin boots and my belt buckles shine But they won't talk to me Even when I know their song I'm in the wrong key 'Cause I don't have Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ... Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me Jack Palance has got a sneer that's collagen-free If I had his mustache I'd wax up the tips To keep it off my cowboy lips, cowboy lips When I'm out honky-tonkin' I smoke my Marlboros with the filters off It makes me cough I can stomach Lone Star Beer But not shots of rye Rye can only get by Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy lips ... Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me Painted, pierced and puckered are for sissies, you see (I likes 'em) Weathered and blistered and kissed by her brand The kind of lips they wear in Cowboy-- (way up there in Cowboy--) Lots of facial hair in Cowboy Lannnnnnnd ... (Here in Cowboy Land!) Called "Barber Lips" on album "Coaster" 2002 because it is sung in Barbershop style; Shorter version titled "Cowboy Lips" on "The Bobs" 1982