Twisted Cowboy Songtext
von St. Thomas

Take a closer look at your glorious cowboy
He′s ready to go
With gold in his eyes
And money in his pants
He thinks he's got the twist when he walks
Waltzes around the first corner
Then into the twist
Does not need to look over his shoulder
Does not remember the words that he told her


And then he comes back home
With a sweet letter in his hand
About the days he missed
And he wishes that they still could last

The streets are empty in a small town
And all you can hear
Is a lonely guy and his cowboy boots
Making rhythm to the cobblestone
An old man watches him come from his window
His old wife, she turns off the lights
Says now it′s time to go to bed