Yeah, he's a hard one
A never-changing wrangler's son
Sleeps in his red wings
Loves you like your everything
Worth
slowing down for
Until his eyes are on the door
Yeah,
he's the stubborn kind Yeah,
but so am I
I'm
gonna sit here,
sit my maker straight Watch out the window while he rides away
I know if he
wanted to,
he would've stayed Cowboys and whiskey,
you're two things I don't chase
If you love me, then I'll love you more
But if you're out wondering
Then I ain't gonna rope you in
And his eyes were begging me to follow him
To put up a fight Girl,
hold your horses,
don't let him see
you cry I'm gonna sit here,
sit my maker straight
Watch out the window while he rides away I know if he wanted to,
he
would've stayed
Cowboys and whiskey,
you're two things I don't chase
And I'm okay if he's thinking about going I wouldn't want him anyway
I'm gonna sit here,
watch as he's leaving
And I know if he wanted to, he would've stayed
Cowboys and whiskey,
you're two things I don't chase