Old Cowboy Songs

Pop country

Bottled in the bottom of a bud light bottle

Waiting to escape like a genie

Trapped like a locust soul

Pacing in a grasshopper body

Trapped like my grandpas ashes 

My grandmother locked in a box in the wall

Like Taps trapped in a trumpet

Like the waitress at this Texas Roadhouse

And the grown men dressed up like cowboys

Living kiddie pool dreams 

Beer suds bubbles 

My third and final wish:

Genie, bring me the old white man eyeing

Me and my blue eyed baby

So I can bend him over my knee

And show him what it means to be a cowboy

Grant me this wish

Since you can’t bring people back

From the dead

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