Sometimes I think these boots are better off on your porch
My hat sure looks at home hanging on your side of the door
Its hard to pack a bag with you lying there in bed
And even harder backin down your drive
Thinking bout the words you said
Rock and roll cowboy
How high you gotta fly
How many miles you gotta ride
Fore you hang your saddle up
Rock and roll cowboy
You got restless in your soul
If you aint out there on that road
So go on and rock and roll cowboy
I can feel the wheels hear that engine hum a highway song
Starin out at another midnight whiskey windshield all night long
Another town, another show, another hotel room
Another missin you over this phone
When you comin home, when you comin home
Rock and roll cowboy
How high you gotta fly
How many miles you gotta ride
Fore you hang your saddle up
Rock and roll cowboy
You got restless in your soul
If you aint out there on that road
So go on and rock and roll cowboy
Rock and roll cowboy
Rock and roll cowboy
Oh, you know where you belong
You aint you if you aint gone
Youll never hang your saddle up
Rock and roll cowboy
How high you gotta fly
How many miles you gotta ride?
How many miles, how many miles
Rock and roll cowboy
Rock and roll cowboy