It's High Time This Old Cowboy Quit Getting So Goldanged High

Heineken mornings and hashish afternoons Wishing for long trips but they’re ending too soon Woke up in a bathtub fully dressed soaking wet Chasing the whiskey it’s mixed with regret

It’s high time this old cowboy quit getting so goldang high Can’t soar like an eagle if you’re too fucked up to fly Laughing just like a hyna, as the tears roll down my eye It’s high time this old cowboy quit getting so goldang high It’s high time this old cowboy quit getting so goldang high

All the folks I let down and everything I snorted I didn’t give an Amsterdam until I got deported On that long flight back to JFK, I drank so much champagne They had to tie me to my chair when I tried to fly the plane

It’s high time this old cowboy quit getting so goldang high Can’t soar like an eagle if you’re too fucked up to fly Laughing just like a hyna, as the tears roll down my eye It’s high time this old cowboy quit getting so goldang high It’s high time this old cowboy quit getting so goldang high

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It’s high time this old cowboy quit getting so goldanged high Can’t soar like an eagle if you’re too fucked up to fly Laughing just like a hyna, as the tears roll down my eye It’s high time this old cowboy quit getting so goldang high It’s high time this old cowboy quit getting so goldang high