Lyrics Cowboy Killers - Jay Webb

Jar of clear in the console
35's all rolled down this broken road to fame
I been sipping on whiskey
Praying that you miss me when this truck meets the riverbank
People tell, but they don't know
So I'm gon' show you the one that caused me all this pain
Now the bad bitch getters, smoking cowboy killers
And the tears that fall off of my face

Part of me wants to hurt you
'Cause I'm hurt to smell your perfume
Fuck you, I'm in pain
Probably end up off a dirt road, holdin' her close
Rollin' circles thinking of your face
Don't you know you want a real one?
Don't you wanna feel something? I'll fucking give you what he can't
Now the bad bitch getters, smoking cowboy killers
And the tears that fall right down my face

(And the bad bitch getters)
(Smoking cowboy killers, cowboy killers)
(And the bad bitch getters)
(Smoking cowboy killers, cowboy killers)

Jar of clear in the console
35's all rolled down this broken road to fame
I been sipping on whiskey
Praying that you miss me when this truck meets the riverbank
People tell, but they don't know
So I'm gon' show you the one that caused me all this pain
Now the bad bitch getters, smoking cowboy killers
And the tears that fall off of my face

I was doing just fine 'fore you came
Now I might drunk-drive down a two-lane
Windows black on my ride like Bruce Wayne
And when I see you by his side, that's a new pain
I got a truck full of cowboy killers tonight
They down to fuck 'til I finally get you off of my mind
Post it up in the tuck out up under the pines
Fuck love, fuck trust, fuck it, I'ma get high

(And the bad bitch getters)
(Smoking cowboy killers, cowboy killers)
(And the bad bitch getters)
(Smoking cowboy killers, cowboy killers)

Jar of clear in the console
35's all rolled down this broken road to fame
I been sipping on whiskey
Praying that you miss me when this truck meets the riverbank
People tell, but they don't know
So I'm gon' show you the one that caused me all this pain
Now the bad bitch getters, smoking cowboy killers
And the tears that fall off of my face

(And the bad bitch getters, smoking cowboy killers)
(And the tears that fall off of my face)