Lyrics

He met her in a honky tonk Singing country songs that he wrote She sat at a table Listening to his music and drinking Coke Well, he sat down beside her Said, "Honey, what's your name?" She said, "I like your music, sir But foolin' 'round is certainly not my game" When the small talk was over The cowboy drank his beer and took her home Lust on his mind In a bedroom he had her all alone And when the night was over The cowboy shook his head 'Cause she slept on the sofa And the cowboy slept alone on his bed She still sees the cowboy On the country shows and sometimes on TV He phones her up and talks to her long distance From wherever he might be He'll ask her how she's doin' She'll reply by sayin', "Oh, just fine" And the moral of this story is Cowboys don't get lucky all the time And the moral of this story is Cowboys don't get lucky all the time