Cowpoke

Well, I'm another dollar short, another day late
I'm always wrong no matter what I say
Truck got a flat and you got mad
Throwing beer cans, whatever you had
Walk to town alone, I didn't want to care
I feel better having you near, so climb in

I'm in a small cafe still outside of town
Not even sure you want me around
Two fifty down on a dollar tab
Couple more bucks and I will call a cab
And climb in, climb in

I'm riding into town on a flat tire
I wanna make it to you somehow, climb in
Climb in, the time is ours to hold
Climb in, before we get too old and all
Yeah, climb in, the time is ours to hold
Climb in, before we get too old and all

Not a single thing to do but think about it twice
Six pack on the floor could use a little ice
Wrote it in blue, and rolling the dice
Being with you is just another vice
Riding on the shoulder back into town
Tryin' to get you to climb on in

I'm rolling into town on a flat tire
I'm gonna make it to you somehow, climb in
Climb in, the time is ours to hold
Climb in, before we get too old and all

Climb in, the time is ours to hold
Climb in, before we get too old and all
Climb in, before we get too old
Before we get too old and all

So what if the trucks got a flat? It still runs
Just need to drop it into second
Pull on the side of the road, take things kinda slow
Wind comin' in through the window feels cool on my face
Radios' playin': Baby, where'd our love go?
When I see you walking all mad up ahead
You turn around surprised
I pull along side you, kick open the door
You turn to me and smile and then, boy do I feel good

And if the loving don't kill us
Then we won't wanna die