boots and a buckle jukebox and a bottle old rodeo cowboy its part of the draw he dreams of tomorrow winnin the next show till he looks in the mirror that hangs on the wall there s a weathered old face like leather its aged with scars you can trace that run down to his soul the mirror can t hide what the drinks will disguise there s a rodeo cowboy that s gettin too old bars shouldn t have mirrors who wants to see the real thing bars shouldn t have mirrors is that cowboy i m lookin at there really me but he ll tell all his stories live over past glories will the whisky will make him a winner again but every drink that is raised he ll see his face cause the bottles just a mirror he holds in his hand bars shouldn t have mirrors 