Seen Them Better Days

My skins yellow from drankin
Turds are brown from eatin
Horse is blind and seen better days 
Now he sits and waits for the reaper on a pile of hay
My spurs are dull from yippin and yappin
Years of chap yeehawin and fur trappin
I seen them better days 
Before the butthole banker man came and took my ranch
Back when I could raise hell and no one would give no song or dance 
About it 
Now even my grandson is a little puss boy
Soft hands, sleeps all day and pouts n bitches 
Oh this cowboy seen them better days
Workin hard in the barn instead of a California puss catchin rays 
Yeehawin and a yippie Kai yay in until that Texas moon turns white 
But I know them days are gone
And now my horse is dead by the hay on the lawn
Everyone a big soft puss now and I’m alone on my ranch

I seen them better days

Country slow and sad