PLAY Suburbian Cowboy words and music by Wayne Elkin © 1970 * 2004 Ridin' the range due for a change . . . It’s a macaroni TV dinner you’ll get Eat hardy boys you wanna have something to reek gonna drink-drink-drink a drink Gonna drink until you spring a leak Suburbian Cowboys . . . never seen a cow . . . never shot a gun . . . never done nothin' . . .’ that's never been done It seems like just a little while tween one drink and the next I heard she said It was nothing she read in a cultural anthropology text That hardly matters you know we have a whole lot of time Hanging around feet off the ground pass that bottle of wine Suburbian Cowboys . . . never seen a cow . . . never shot a gun . . never done nothin' that's never been done . . . never done nothin' that's never been done . . . hon . . . never done nothing that's never been done Thoughts they pass so freely there is no trouble to think Gonna think some more walk out that door and fix m’self another drink When words lose all their meaning and songs lose all their tune You’ll see us all out nearly passed out baying at a worn out moon Suburbian Cowboys . . . never seen a cow . . . never shot a gun . . never done nothing That's never been done . . . nothin'    
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