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Paper Mache Cowboys

Invited to a bar just the other night
Claimed to be hardcore country and western
Just wasn't right
Paper mache cowboys who'd melt in the rain
Nothing but a bunch of urban wannabes and neverbeens

Guys with cowboy hats afraid of a horse
Driving Honda Civics, with fresh squirels of course
Bronco barbies wearing boots that had never seen the mud
With the sweetest bouncers afraid of a little blood

Chorus::
Would Hank William's rollover in his grave
Is there something wrong with living in the past
Does singing about sinning help us to behave
Or does it make it cool and allow the addiction to last
Are they praying on the injured mind
Are they picking the pockets of the needy and blind
Are they just buzzards picking at the bones
While paper mache cowboys play with their phones

Tattooed generation Xers somehow seem wrong
Trying to sing hard drinking Hank William's songs
Singing about addiction and crying in your beer
With the smell of essential oils uncomfortably near

I'm not sure Hank would have been all that impressed
With all these patrons impeccably dressed
The artists were very talented, and the drinks flowed as they should
But the drama was manufactured, at least the drinks were good

Chorus

I don't know, but maybe it's true.
That's the way it was for Hank William's too



Written by TimWombles
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