Nobody hears if I laugh or I cry
Nobody cares if I live or I die
No matter where I ramble, no matter where I roam
I'm a poor lonesome cowboy, a long way from home

I'll cry my eyes red, as I lay in my bed
My life is so empty, I wish I was dead
Get more comfort from a bottle than any girl I've ever known
I'm a poor lonesome cowboy and I live alone

I'm always sad and lonely, no matter where I go
Nobody wants me, my heart's full of woe

Beef and gravy when I'm hungry, tequila when I'm dry
A pretty girl to hold me and love me when I cry

Hell is my future, poverty all I claim
Haven't got a woman to my unlucky name
I'm made of flesh and blood, I ain't made of stone
I'm a poor lonesome cowboy that nobody knows

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Writer(s): Gregory Davis