Picture they took of you in your cowboy hat. Makes you look like you are one of the boys. Out on a Saturday night, meanwhile on the outskirts of the dance hall.
These chords are old but we shake hands. 'Cause I believe that they're the good guys. We can use all the help we can. So many minor chords outside. I fell in love with the sound.
Peter said to Paul. "All those words that we wrote. Are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go". But now talkin' to God is Laurel beggin' Hardy for a gun.