He's an old star Casanova, puts a South in South Dakota
He ain't never met a Mustang, he ain't broke
Put an ID on a Bucker, he's a one-night-one-and-doner
He's a runner, but he's running out of rope
He'll last so long, man, then turn on a dime
But them tables are turning to nine
Now he's bound to learn what lonely looks like
When all cut and loose, but his hands are tied
Nothing breaks his heart like breaking his pride
When he ain't got the reins on goodbye
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
In the morning when he wakes up
Yeah, he'll finally get the taste of his own medicine
A spoonful of bitter
Hell, isn't it ironic?
It's freedom that he wanted
He got it, but don't like how it got delivered
Now he's bound to learn what lonely looks like
When all cut and loose, but his hands are tied
Nothing breaks his heart like breaking his pride
When he ain't got the reins on goodbye
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
It's his gravel meeting that treads all my tires
The tables are turning to nine
Now he's bound to learn what lonely looks like
When all cut and loose, but his hands are tied
Nothing breaks his heart like breaking his pride


When he ain't got the reins on goodbye
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
That's a rough ride for a cowboy