Cowboys Did Cocaine
Take me back in a Cadillac when the sinners were the saints
Mama tried, and the fiddles cried, and the liquor ran like rain
Sell my soul to rock 'n' roll, let the Devil's choir sing
The Opry shook and God was good when cowboys did cocaine
I could use a middle finger man in black, San Quentin prison track
Help break me out this same old same
I could use a conversation with the Hoss, laid out in a honky tonk
Get that Atlanta dog in my veins
And I ain't one to speak for Waylon
But I think if he was here today, he'd say
Take me back in a Cadillac when the sinners were the saints
Mama tried, and the fiddles cried, and the liquor ran like rain
Sell my soul to rock 'n' roll, let the Devil's choir sing
The Opry shook and God was good when cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
I could take a Sunday mornin' coming down
Even out with another round
I need that steady drip like the rain
I want that highway high, eight-second ride
That sugar to my brain
Take me back in a Cadillac when the sinners were the saints
Mama tried, and the fiddles cried, and the liquor ran like rain
Sell my soul to rock 'n' roll, let the Devil's choir sing
The Opry shook and God was good when cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
I wanna be with the outlaws and the inmates
Running with Merle on a jailbreak
Wanna pull guitar with the poets
When the lights come on at the Boars Nest
I need a long night to get my mind right
And a fight with the Devil 'til the sunlight
Walkin' with Johnny on a white line
(Take me back in a Cadillac) when the sinners were the saints
Mama tried, and the fiddles cried, and the liquor ran like rain
Sell my soul to rock 'n' roll, let the Devil's choir sing
The Opry shook and God was good when cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Take me back in a Cadillac when the sinners were the saints
Mama tried, and the fiddles cried, and the liquor ran like rain
Sell my soul to rock 'n' roll, let the Devil's choir sing
The Opry shook and God was good when cowboys did cocaine
Mama tried, and the fiddles cried, and the liquor ran like rain
Sell my soul to rock 'n' roll, let the Devil's choir sing
The Opry shook and God was good when cowboys did cocaine
I could use a middle finger man in black, San Quentin prison track
Help break me out this same old same
I could use a conversation with the Hoss, laid out in a honky tonk
Get that Atlanta dog in my veins
And I ain't one to speak for Waylon
But I think if he was here today, he'd say
Take me back in a Cadillac when the sinners were the saints
Mama tried, and the fiddles cried, and the liquor ran like rain
Sell my soul to rock 'n' roll, let the Devil's choir sing
The Opry shook and God was good when cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
I could take a Sunday mornin' coming down
Even out with another round
I need that steady drip like the rain
I want that highway high, eight-second ride
That sugar to my brain
Take me back in a Cadillac when the sinners were the saints
Mama tried, and the fiddles cried, and the liquor ran like rain
Sell my soul to rock 'n' roll, let the Devil's choir sing
The Opry shook and God was good when cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
I wanna be with the outlaws and the inmates
Running with Merle on a jailbreak
Wanna pull guitar with the poets
When the lights come on at the Boars Nest
I need a long night to get my mind right
And a fight with the Devil 'til the sunlight
Walkin' with Johnny on a white line
(Take me back in a Cadillac) when the sinners were the saints
Mama tried, and the fiddles cried, and the liquor ran like rain
Sell my soul to rock 'n' roll, let the Devil's choir sing
The Opry shook and God was good when cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Cowboys did cocaine
Take me back in a Cadillac when the sinners were the saints
Mama tried, and the fiddles cried, and the liquor ran like rain
Sell my soul to rock 'n' roll, let the Devil's choir sing
The Opry shook and God was good when cowboys did cocaine
Credits
Writer(s): Riley Thomas, Lalo Guzman, Dan Henig, Conor Matthews, Michael Whitworth, Alexander Sacco, Evan Gartner
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