Lyrics Cowboy Guilt - Tòrres
We
spend
our
only
season
On
a
matress
sleeping
With
our
best
friend
We
dawned
our
winter
rivers
With
weary
resignation
Three
southern
spines
to
the
wind
Wrapped
in
my
Sunday
best
with
The
king
of
Fort
Worth,
Texas
Wrapped
in
my
Sunday
best
with
The
king
of
Fort
Worth,
Texas
Ou
had
us
in
stitches
With
your
George
W
impressions
You
sang
of
reparations
With
the
Native
Americans
You
donned
your
cowboy
guilt
You
donned
your
cowboy
guilt
We
drowned
our
winter
livers
With
bleary
expectation
Three
southern
spines
to
the
end
I
was
queen
and
protected
Wrapped
in
my
Sunday
best
with
The
king
of
Fort
Worth,
Texas
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