West Texas Cowboys

Yes, I received your letter yesterday.
About the stolen gold we stashed in Santa Fe.
And I know you just won't realize,

'Till you've seen the treasure with your greedy eyes.
That I wasn't there, when they robbed the canyon mine.

Yes, I received your letter back in June.
About an old guitar that's always out of tune.
And I know you love Hank Williams songs, 

The open road is where your heart belongs.
But I wasn't there, the day the music died.

West Texas cowboys all understand.
When you get this far from the Rio Grande.
It ain't too hard to be found by the law.
They'll send you running down to Arkansas.
West Texas cowboys are rough outlaws.
Bad boy rebels with a damn good cause.
They're riding hard in Tulsa time.
It's a real good living this life of crime.

But these two letters share a common theme.
They both relate a lonesome cowboy's dream.
So make your peace with God, drink your whiskey down.

Because the last of the outlaws has just left town.
But I wasn't there, to see the cowboys ride.

So when you're down in Texas then you'll hear a tale.
From back when horses delivered the mail.
Adventure stories of the wild, wild west, 

Bandits, lawmen and all the rest.
But I wasn't there, to see the Lone Star fly.

West Texas cowboys all understand.
When you get this far from the Rio Grande.
It ain't too hard to be found by the law.
They'll send you running down to Arkansas.
West Texas cowboys are rough outlaws.
Bad boy rebels with a damn good cause.
They're riding hard in Tulsa time.
It's a real good living this life of crime.