Crooked Cowboy

I keep my foot on the gas, and I drive a little too fast, but I don't always know where I'm Going

I got my head in my hands gonna go out with the band, and I might not ever be slowing

'Cause I'll be running through red lights, humming on thirty-five's, hoping no one looks My Way

They gonna find out who I am today

And I'll be jumping them train tracks, never gonna look back, even if I come back Changed I might be going insane

Not a bad man I'm just a crooked cowboy today

Well I grew up fast and I grew up mean

Long colts and kerosene and I'm a long way from my home

I'm a six gun running, four wheels turning, always been a burning, so I write these ol' Cowboy songs