Sometimes I think these boots are better off on your porch
And my hat sure looks at home hangin' on your side of a door
It's hard to pack a bag with you lyin' there in bed
And even harder backin' down your drive
Thinkin' 'bout the words you said

Rock and roll cowboy
How high you gotta fly?
How many miles you gotta ride
'Fore you hang your saddle up?
Rock and roll cowboy
You got restless in your soul
If you ain't out there on that road
So go on and rock and roll, cowboy

Yeah, I can feel the wheels, hear that engine hum a highway song
Starin' out at another midnight whiskey windshield all night long
Another town, another show, another hotel room
Another missin' you over this phone
When you comin' home, when you comin' home?

Rock and roll cowboy
How high you gotta fly?
How many miles you gotta ride
'Fore you hang your saddle up?
Rock and roll cowboy
You got restless in your soul
If you ain't out there on that road
So go on and rock and roll, cowboy

Rock and roll cowboy

Rock and roll cowboy
Oh, you know where you belong
You ain't you if you ain't gone
You'll never hang your saddle up

Rock and roll cowboy
How high you gotta fly?
How many miles you gotta ride?
How many miles, how many miles?
Rock and roll cowboy
Rock and roll cowboy

Copyright: Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Neil Thrasher, Rhett Akins