E He ain’t got much gas left in his pickup truckA He’s been sleeping in the backE For the past three towns He’s been buming drinks at the last three barsA E And he swears that he’ll catch the next go roundB E Better hang on cowboy, and don’t hit the groundA 'Cause no one will save you when you’re downE Except the rodeo clownsB And your mama but she ain’t nowhere aroundA You might look for a fallen angelE But she's nowhere to be foundB E Till you hang on cowboy and don’t hit the ground He ain’t got no choice, he better make that ride Or it’s pack it up and head it on back home So he digs down deep, and nods his head He’ll be damned if he spends another night alone Better hang on cowboy, don’t get thrown (Repeat Chorus)
Hang On Cowboy
Great Divide
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