Mexican Cowboy
Words and music ©2012 Joe Milligan
Woke up in cold sweat the other night
My arms were dangling
My legs were swinging left and right
Hangin’ from a rope swung across a Sycamore tree
I looked more like Harold than Harold
He'd ever looked like me
He'd ever looked like me
Angel of Death sittin’ in a corner on a chair said:
“Of some things, you must always beware
Wheels that squeak, identity thieves and preordained fate
Watch out for Mexican cowboys
That come from The Garden State”
From The Garden State
Angel said:
“Good fortune, up to now, has touched your life
Never held at gunpoint
Never stuck with a knife
That Mexican cowboy, he really took you by surprise
When he pistol-whipped your lover
With a mouth full of lies”
He’s got a mouth full of lies
Faith, friends and family
That’s on his calling card
You’d like to trust him
You just can’t throw that far
If there’s a lesson to be learned in all of this
It’s in the absence of conscience
That evil does exist
Evil does exist