Cowboy Angel

Guitars and whiskey in a honkytonk somewhere
Cowboy angel said, “here’s one about a girl with flowers in her hair”
Wildflowers asked the Knoxville boy and the cowboy replied
A wild rose like those that grows along the road
Of slow burning suicide

Chorus:
Well don’t you cry for the cowboy angel. It’s too late anyhow
He’s too far gone, still ridin’ on. Your tears can’t help him now
Don’t waste your love sweet Magdaline, it’ll only slow him down
Don’t you cry for the cowboy angel, ridin’ now to that sweet town

From Babylon to Joshua Tree, you could taste it in the air
That grievous wine of sympathy and a cross no man can bear
Or you go and ask the Knoxville boy, hell yeah the boy replied
Then he blew his mind like a dandelion and rode off in the night

Chorus:
Well don’t you cry for the cowboy angel. It’s too late anyhow
He’s too far gone, still ridin’ on. Your tears can’t help him now
Don’t waste your love sweet Magdaline, it’ll only slow him down
Don’t you cry for the cowboy angel, ridin’ now to that sweet town

Don’t you cry for the cowboy angel, ridin now to that sweet town