well the boys round here ain t like the boys back home they don t plant the fields they won t work the farm the boys round here well they talk too fast when the times get hard no they won t last cocaine cowboys they re bad in the saddle but they re coming from new york la and seattle they re all hat they don t rope no cattle they don t ride no bulls cocaine cowboys they never get sleep with their bloodshot eyes and their cigarette teeth i wish that someone warned me stay away from them cocaine cowboys well they re riding the rails right before the show better call up james when the bag gets low the crowd thins out the longer they play you can t write a song with nothing to say cause the cocaine cowboys they re bad in the saddle but they come in from new york la and seattle they re all hat they don t rope no cattle they don t ride no bulls cocaine cowboys they never get sleep they re out in the bars and grinding their teeth and i wish that someone warned me stay away from them cocaine cowboys and i wish that someone warned me stay away from them cocaine cowboys