Ten gallon ascots and booze on your shirt
I'll come to dinner and fight off the flirts
I know I know of wash away weekends
They leave me cold so cold so cold...

Your hats they long
Of range they've sung 
File out at night
Shock steers with fright

Shockers and shooters 
They line up for the hearse
I wear my best wig and drive off the freelings
In the cold the cold
I'm bought by the sender 
And I've been sold for coal for coal...

Your hats they long
Of range they've sung
File out at night
Shock steers with fright

The show the drone 
The talk the call 
The need the snow
I'll show you home