Funky Suits and Cowboy Hats Lyrics

Funky suits and cowboy hats

Bootstraps, yes my fresh pressed slacks

Loaded gun down my cummerbund

And a, neckerchief to wipe the sweat when i'm done

I rock those, Bolo ties

Yes those spinning spurs

Till the day I trade my horse for a hearse

I grab the bridle of my old lasso

A dark pair of shades and i'm

Good to go

Yes i'm

Right back in the saddle again

Riding out to a killer end

Funky suits and cowboy hats

Thats where it's at

I've crossed those barren plains

On a smoke stacked road train

You said take the boat mate

I said forget them both

Cause i'm

Right back in the saddle again

Riding out to killer end

Funky suits and cowboy hats

Tell me where it's at

They call the Outlaw

Yes that Man

The one in Black, up on the stand

Headhunters

Try and put a noose around my neck

Drop me high up off that deck

When the morning rolls around

I slip away again

You'll get hit from that big iron on my hip

Take a lickin' on a killer win as I

Lower my brim to the setting sun

Holster the gun and say

What fun to be

Right back in the saddle again

Riding out to a killer end

Funky suits and cowboy hats

Now you know where its at

Funky suits and cowboy hats

Funky suits and cowboy hats

Funky suits and cowboy hats