
I'M JUST A LONESOME WASHINGTON COWBOY,
HANGIN' OUT, HANGIN' ON
FROM MY WINDOW LEDGE, PROTESTERS CALL MY NAME
FROM MIDNIGHT UNTIL DAWN

TRYIN' TO WIN A WAR
FORGETTIN' EVERYTHING I KNOW
‘TIL THE NEXT WAR COMES ALONG
FORGETTIN' EVERYTHING I KNOW
‘TIL THE NEXT WAR COMES ALONG
THERE WERE SO MANY PREPPY PEOPLE IN MY FRAT CLUB,
I SWEAR SOME OF THEM WERE GIRLS
I MEET'EM DOWN AT A KEGGER PARTY
I BONG BEERS AND SMOKE WITH THE BEST
I BUY'EM DRINKS, WE SMOKE OUR HOPES
TRY TO MAKE IT ONE MORE NIGHT
BUT WHEN I DIDN’T HAVE A REAL JOB
I FELT LIKE I'D DIE FROM FRIGHT
REPEAT CHORUS:
WELL, I KNOW CHRIS AND RITA, AND MARTY MULL
WILL MEET AT THE PETROLIUM CLUB
WE'LL GET IT ON WHEN OLD SPARKY COOKS A CROOK

‘ROUND SIX O'CLOCK THIS MORNING
I'LL BE GETTIN' KIND OF SLOW
WHEN ALL THE SHOWS ARE OVER, HONEY,
TELL ME, WHERE DO YOU THINK I’LL GO?

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