Cubicle Cowboy Lyrics

Ol' Pappy came across the Appalachians

Set up his homesteadin' in Mizzou

Pappy was content to be a farmer

My father was content to be one too

But I bred up an air of discontentment

As I grew up raising pigs and cows

I knew I need to get to movin' somewheres

But I didn't know to get there anyhows

I

Just wanna roam

The wild

Wild West

I'll go to California in sear of buried gold

I'm packin' up my suitcase, cuz St. Louis is gettin' old

I jumped aboard a locomotive

Made my way through South Dakota

Came upon a mighty mountain

With faces on its face

I rode that train to Arizona

They sent me on to California

Said they hadn't found no gold

In o'er a hundred days

I found myself in Sacramento

In a building where the dressed up men go

To work there for the Boss-Man

Who's fat and grey and old

He offered me to work a desk

Said, "We'll put you to the test

If you do well and if you pass

I'll pay you in good gold."

Discontentment!

Discontentment!

I just wanna roam

The wild, wild West

I'm sick of sitting tame

Behind this cubicle desk

I came to California

But didn't find no gold

I'm packin' up my pistol

Cuz this is getting old

I tore up that cubicle

Ripped up all its walls

I had finally had enough

So I stepped out in the hall

I scratched my itchy finger

Laid it on my gun

I called out for the Boss-Man

In front of everyone

"There ain't for both of us,

One of us will have to die."

He came out and stared me down

And straightened up his tie

He said, "I think you're right son

We'll take care of that today."

And then with fire in his eyes

He fired me away

Now I'm here

With a pint of beer

Not a single friend near

Now I'm here

All alone

And so far from home

Aimlessly now I roam

All alone

No more gold

No more cowboy folk

Just a drunken fool, oh!

No more gold

Now I'm here

One more pint of beer

Make my sadness turn cheer

Now I'm here