Cocaine Cowboys - Margo Price

Well the boys round here ain’t like the boys back home

They don’t plant the fields, they won’t work the farm

The boys round here, well they talk too fast

When the times get hard, no they won’t last

Cocaine cowboys, they’re bad in the saddle

But they’re coming from New York, LA, and Seattle

They’re all hat, they don’t rope no cattle

They don’t ride no bulls

Cocaine cowboys, they never get sleep

With their bloodshot eyes and their cigarette teeth

I wish that someone warned me

Stay away from them cocaine cowboys

Well they’re riding the rails right before the show

Better call up James when the bag gets low

The crowd thins out the longer they play

You can’t write a song with nothing to say

'Cause the cocaine cowboys, they’re bad in the saddle

But they come in from New York, LA, and Seattle

They’re all hat, they don’t rope no cattle

They don’t ride no bulls

Cocaine cowboys, they never get sleep

They’re out in the bars and grinding their teeth

And I wish that someone warned me

Stay away from them cocaine cowboys

And I wish that someone warned me

Stay away from them cocaine cowboys