You're the real thing
Big boots and diamond rings
Hypnotical legs
You said what up babe

You pulled up right
The only cowboy for miles
800 degrees
In your mirror ball gaze

You used to say
On the open road today
There are no shortcuts or heartaches

You used to say
On the open road today
There are no free rides or one ways

Our route was a rubber band
Figure eight across the land
Once again the wanderer
Is back where he began

Stare into the fire
A natural way to get high
You burned your tie
I prayed for rain

You used to say
On the open road today
There are no strangers or runaways

With your head hung low
Suit case atrophy
You're a renaissance man
With wine stained teeth
It's a hard memory
So you order one more
In your rumpled suit
With the green velveteen
Looking at the window for a sign
And it's gone
But the idea stays with you
And you let it hang on
Cause you still believe
You're cowboy king
Do you order one more
You say let's double your tip money
But you never ever do
Who would drive to the casino
I won't drive you to the casino at this time
You leave the scene
With your rumple suit on
We see the same sun
And the hair of dog
Take a half a day off

It's a joke
You never told
credits

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written, recorded, performed by varsity

stephanie smith
dylan weschler
patrick stanton
jake stolz
paul stolz

mixed by michael macdonald
mastered by greg obis
artwork by sunroom
hellosunroom.com
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