Beer
Drinker,
Quick
Thinker,
Sly
Rodeo
Guy.
Boot
On
The
Rail,
Gaze
Pale,
He
Eyes
My
Ginger
Ale,
And
I can
See
He
Doesn’t
Care
Much
For
Me
If
I don’t
Choose
His
Type
Of
Booze.
Little
Does
He
Know
How
Far
I can
Go.
Cowboy
Man,
Who’s
That
Living
Under
Your
Hat?
Just
Another
Puff
Of
Arrogant
Wind?
I’m
Passing
You
By,
My
Friend.
You’re
Stuck
Hanging
Around
On
The
Ground.
And
I know
How
To
Fly.