The days are dead and the den exposed If I could be a cowboy I would've never come home
Sleep outside by a fire (that would burn) all night
Tonight I'm fighting anyone willing Tonight I won't be a man letting love in I can't get her back on my pointless lies now I kissed her face and I slept in a bar
Sleep outside by a fire (that would burn) all night
Just doesn't feel the same anymore We burnt down their house but we left their dough Then fires smoked on the roofs, higher than morn His guns won't shoot, his horse won't go on
