Counting Crows

Counting Crows - Cowboys lyrics

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Cowboys on the road tonight

Crying in their sleep

If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand,

And some promises to keep,

Who wanted to change the world,

What's as easy as murder?

It's all headlights and vapour trails

And Circle K killers



And I know I could look at anyone but you now

I could fall under the eyes of anyone

But you now, now, now, now



So come on, come on, come on

Oh, come on through now

Come on, come on, come on

Oh, come on through now



This is a list of what I should have been

But I'm not

This is a list of the things that I should have seen

But I'm not seeing

The look in your eyes

As his fingertips slid down your neck

And made you shiver

I'm just turning away from where I should have been

Because I am not anything

Oh, anything, oh



The President's in bed tonight

But he can't get to sleep

'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers

And I believe she loves you

'Cause you never make her feel like anything

She said, "I wouldn't feel a thing,

But I can feel, I can feel..."



And I know I could look at anyone but you now

I could fall under the arms of anyone

But you now, now, now, now



So come on, come on, come on

Oh, come on through now

Come on, come on, come on

Oh, come on through now



This is a list of what I should have been

But I'm not

This is a list of the things that I should have seen

But I am not seeing

The look in your eyes

As his fingers are unzipping your dress

And it makes you shiver

I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see

Because I am not anything

Oh, anything, no



Everyone's in bed tonight

But nobody can sleep

'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows

She says she doesn't love me, like, like she's acting

But it's as if she isn't talking

'Cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding

On the front row while she's speaking



I said, "come on all you cowboys,

All you blue-eyed baby boys,

Oh come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer,

I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory,

And Sunday comes to gather me,

Into the arms of God who welcome me,

Because I believe, oh I believe..."



And I know I could look at anyone but you now

I could fall under the eyes of anyone

But you now, now, now, now



So come on, come on, come on

Oh, come on through now

Come on, come on, come on

Oh, come on through now



This is a list of what I should have been

But I'm not

This is a list of the things that I should have seen

But I'm not seeing you look at me

So please, won't you look at me?

'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me

Oh, oh, I, I will make you look at me

Or I am not anything

Oh, anything

No no no no

No no no no

No, no.





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