Blake Tyler - Cowboy Killer

Crickets ain’t singin’ and the moon ain’t out tonight Even the land knows somethin’ ain’t right There’s a young man hangin’ in a headlight glow Nobody’s gonna talk but everybody knows There’s a killer runnin’ free on the road somewhere Cut-off jeans and long blonde hair She’ll let a man get close then she cuts him down Not too many boys left in this town Stay inside she’s a killing machine with Angel wings right above her jeans Draw you in with a heart of gold She’ll spit you out and keep your soul Don’t look don’t touch don’t go home with her Like a Marlboro Red she’s a cowboy killer Out at night accordin’ to the legend Look in her eye’ll send you to heaven Many a man left this bar at night Never again seen them alive Stay inside she’s a killing machine with Angel wings right above her jeans Draw you in with a heart of gold She’ll spit you out and keep your soul Don’t look don’t touch don’t go home with her Like a Marlboro Red she’s a cowboy killer Like Cigarette smoke you’ll disappear Soon as you buy her that first beer Stay inside she’s a killing machine with Angel wings right above her jeans Draw you in with a heart of gold She’ll spit you out and keep your soul Don’t look don’t touch don’t go home with her Don’t look don’t touch don’t go home with her Don’t look don’t touch don’t go home with her Like a Marlboro Red she’s a cowboy killer