Well I ain't the type of cowboy that you'll see on TVI wasn't near as pretty as Mama wanted me to beWell I grew up on the ranches just cussin' all day longBreakin' in them broomtails and hummin' old dirty songsWhiskey tends to make me high and sad songs make me cryAnd pretty women break my heart almost every nightWell I run on beans and nicotine I'm a real live buckerooAnd my heart's not pure and my boots ain't clean and I never tell the truthWell if there's anything under my hat besides the cattle bizWell I just can't seem to remember what it isYeah my thinkin's kinda crude but my lovin' gets plumb rankThem girlies just don't understand me a snortin' round their flanksAnd when I take a nasty fall I'll cuss until I'm blueThen I'll get right up and on again just like you're s'posed to doBut it ain't because I'm so brave all that stuff's just talkMy daddy says the reason is I'm dumber than a box of rocks yeahWhiskey tends to make me high...This song ain't bout no Strawberry Roan or no ram page herd of steersThis is just the type of cowboy song that you probably don't like to hearThis song ain't got no message and won't feel perty in yer earThis song is just one of them thereWell this song is just one of them there these here yeah