If I was a gambling man,
Never would've let you play your hand,
With a broken down cowboy like me.
'Cause you never can trust your luck,
He's bad news in a pickup truck,
A broken down cowboy like me.

He played every card he's got,
Had a good hand but he messed it up,
With that bum-around, tumble-down heart.
Saddle bags full of pain,
Carries 'em around just like a middle name,
A losing streak waitin' for dark.

Oh, he'll string you along, sing you a lonesome song,
But he'll wind up alone again.

No matter how hard you try,
Never gonna let you get inside,
That tumble-down, broken-down heart.
It's a tough-ridin' rodeo,
Mean horse threw him long time ago,
A broken down cowboy like me.
But the way I feel about you,
Wouldn't want that horse to hurt you too,
A broken down cowboy like me.

Oh, he'll string you along, sing you a lonesome song,
But he'll wind up alone again.

If I was a gambling man,
Never would've let you play that hand,
With the broken down cowboy like me.