The Murder City Devils - Bunkhouse lyrics

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