I told you about living in the U.S. of A
You know that I'm a gangster of love
Let me tell you people that I found a new way
I'm tired of all this talk about love
Same old story with a new set of words
About the good and the bad and the poor
Times, you won't change it
So keep it on top of every bad cat who walks through my door
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a Smith's cowboy
Bet you weren't ready for that, no
I'm a Smith's cowboy
Sure you know where it's at, yeah, yeah
Seen the showdowns, slowdowns
Lost and found turnarounds
Boys in their military shirts
Keep my eyes on the prize
On the long falling skies
Don't let my friends get hurt
All you backroom schemers
Power trip dreamers
Better find something new to say
Same old story with a new set of words
Got some heavy dues to pay
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
Smith's cowboy
Bet you weren't ready for that
I'm a Smith's cowboy
Sure you know where it's at
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB