Gene Watson - Cowboys Don't Get Lucky All The Time Lyrics
He met her in a honky tonkSinging country songs that he wroteShe sat at a tableListening to his music and drinking cokeWell, he sat down beside herSaid, honey, what's your nameShe said I like your music, sir,But foolin' 'round is certainally not my gameWhen the small talk was overThe cowboy drank his beer and took her homeLust on his mindIn a bedroom he had her all aloneAnd when the night was overThe cowboy shook his head'Cause she slept on the sofaAnd the cowboy slept alone on his bedShe still sees the cowboyOn the country shows and sometimes on T.V.He phones her up and talks to her long distanceFrom wherever he might beHe'll ask her how she's doin'She'll reply by sayin', oh, just fineAnd the moral of this story isCowboys don't get lucky all the timeAnd the moral of this story isCowboys don't get lucky all the time