Sad Cowboy Song

I bet you heard lots of tales
 About love, about glory.
 That's all bullshit.
 Here goes my story.
 I was born in Chernobyl,
 Grew up on a farm,
 Though my father was dead.
 I was son of a gun.
 Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song.
 Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song.
 My sweetheart, Mary-Lou,
 She was a folk singer.
 I gave her the ring.
 She gave me the finger.
 She treated me bad--she tickled my tummy.
 She done me wrong!
 But at least she done me.
 Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song.
 Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song.
 (Guitar and drum solos)
 My horse went to heaven,
 He had too much grass.
 I ain't got no pants
 To cover my ass.
 My guitar ain't got strings.
 My gun doesn't shoot.
 Ooooh, this life stinks,
 And so do my boots.
 Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song.
 Whoa-oa-oa, the Sad Cowboy Song.
 (Guitar solo)