will leet - nyc cowboy lyrics
he called himself a new york city cowboy
he happened to drive the midtown bus
never felt the healing of the highway
florida bound, our hero was
he didn′t even care to call his mother
when he left his wife and kids behind
with $20 and a pack of soda
southern shores were on his mind
freeway, freeway, freeway
holiday inn
this bus only stops around the bend
won’t be long till your money runs out
and your wife comes to bail you out
freeway, freeway, freeway
holiday inn
this bus only stops around the bend
on his way he met a hitching sailor
he did not know he wantеd company
how could he know so far from home
the sailor man was on thе lamb
for cheating and robbery
freeway, freeway, freeway
ain′t with me
go on, get away i’m not your accessory
won’t be long till the man finds out
and all your luck′s run out
it′s a one way ticket to the penitentiary
freeway, freeway, freeway ain’t with me
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