LONSOME WASHINGTON COWBOY

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

I BEEN SMOKIN' DOPE, SNORTIN' COKE,

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
WHILE THE CROWD CRYS OUT FOR MORE
‘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?
Music from LONESOME L.A. COWBOY, By New Riders of the Purple Sage, Released: 1971.