Testo Paper Cowboy

Well, you're nothin' but a paper cowboy
Made out of glue and old news
And all you bravado and your dirt-dealing ways
That only gives us the blues

You're always out talkin' a good game
With your cronies, your clowns, and your dogs
All of the things that you say you'll do Well, a million-to-one says you won't

So lay down your guns
They were never loaded anyhow
With your high-dollar boots and your trash-talkin' mouth
This town has no use for you now

When everyone gets on to your tricks
Where in the hell are you gonna go?
Can't say you've got nothin' to prove
Baby, when you've got nothin' to show

'Cause you're nothin' but a paper cowboy
So fade away like a good cowboy should
Give your pony the reins down on the plains And you can tell them you was misunderstood

Lay down your guns
They were never loaded anyhow
With your high-dollar boots and your trash-talkin' mouth
Oh, this town has no use for you now

This town has no use for you now