Cowboy Killer letra

Crickets ain't singin' and the Moon ain't out tonight
Even the land knows somethin' ain't right
There's a young man hangin' in a headlight glow
Nobody's gon' talk, but everybody knows
There's a killer runnin' free on the road somewhere
Cut-off jeans and long blonde hair
Let a man get close, then she cuts him down
Not too many boys left in this town

Stay inside, she's a killing machine with angel wings right above her jeans
Draw you in with a heart of gold, she'll spit you out and keep your soul
Don't look, don't touch, don't go home with her
Like a Marlboro Red, she's a cowboy killer

Out at night, accordin' to the legend
Look in her eye will send you to heaven
Many man left this bar at night
Never again seen them alive

Stay inside, she's a killing machine with angel wings right above her jeans
Draw you in with a heart of gold, she'll spit you out and keep your soul
Don't look, don't touch, don't go home with her
Like a Marlboro Red, she's a cowboy killer

Like cigarette smoke, you'll disappear
Soon as you buy her that first beer

Stay inside, she's a killing machine with angel wings right above her jeans
Draw you in with a heart of gold, she'll spit you out and keep your soul
Don't look, don't touch, don't go home with her
Don't look, don't touch, don't go home with her
Don't look, don't touch, don't go home with her
Like a Marlboro Red, she's a cowboy killer

Blake Tyler - Letras

• Cowboy Killer