Cowboy

Cracking a hard cider when the days work is done

Got a crank in my neck from having too much fun

And the radio's more static with small fragments of a song

But the sound still is my favorite and I'll try to sing along

"Buzz"

Questioning my morals

And how much more of this I'll take

Got a whole array of tools to patch my patience when it breaks

And my mama's on the phone wondering why I'm still awake

And I've got nothing

So I say nothing