The cowboys are coming, They’re sitting on the edge
Of their leather saddles, Smoking cheap cigarettes
The cowboys are coming, You’re bound to see them yet
Whiskey in their boots, Riding high on their horses
They’re free as the summer, Those Indians left behind
They’ve been sleeping in the meadows waiting for the perfect time to strike
The cowboys are coming, They’re coming to your town
Galloping the horizon and waiting for the kill
The cowboys are coming, They’re shining up their best
Taking names and numbers and laying down the law
And all the King’s horses, and all of his men
They’ve been trying and trying to catch those wild horses and their men
Although I know it’s wrong, He’s a criminal at heart
I lie awake in July’s heat and wait for his call
He’s free as the summer, Those Indians left behind
I’ve been sleeping in the meadows waiting for his heart to be mine
And all the Kings horses, and all of his men
They couldn’t try and stop me from finding that man
Although I tried to warn you, Yes I tried my best
Oh that Western Cowboy will always have my heart until the end
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