Текст песни 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