Cowboys Don't Get Lucky All The Time

He met her in a honky tonk

Singing country songs that he wrote

She sat at a table

Listening to his music and drinking coke

Well, he sat down beside her

Said, honey, what's your name

She said I like your music, sir,

But foolin' 'round is certainally not my game

When the small talk was over

The cowboy drank his beer and took her home

Lust on his mind

In a bedroom he had her all alone

And when the night was over

The cowboy shook his head

'Cause she slept on the sofa

And the cowboy slept alone on his bed

She still sees the cowboy

On the country shows and sometimes on T.V.

He phones her up and talks to her long distance

From wherever he might be

He'll ask her how she's doin'

She'll reply by sayin', oh, just fine

And the moral of this story is

Cowboys don't get lucky all the time

And the moral of this story is

Cowboys don't get lucky all the time