He's a lone-star Casanova
Puts the south in South Dakota
He ain't ever met a mustang he ain't broke
Put a ninety on a bucker
He's a one-night one-and-doner
He's a runner, but he's running out of rope

He'll lasso 'em in, then turn on a dime
But them tables are turning tonight

Now he's 'bout to learn what lonely looks like
When I cut him loose but his hands are tied
Nothing breaks his heart like breaking his pride
When he ain't got the reigns on goodbye
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
That's a rough ride for a cowboy

In the morning when he wakes up
Yeah, he'll finally get a taste of
His own medicine, a spoonful of bitter
Hell, isn't it ironic
It's freedom that he wanted?
He got it but don't like how it got delivered

Now he's 'bout to learn what lonely looks like
When I cut him loose but his hands are tied
Nothing breaks his heart like breaking his pride
When he ain't got the reigns on goodbye
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
That's a rough ride for a cowboy

It's his gravel meeting the treads on my tires
The tables are turning tonight

Now he's 'bout to learn what lonely looks like
When I cut him loose but his hands are tied
Nothing breaks his heart like breaking his pride
When he ain't got the reigns on goodbye
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
That's a rough ride for a cowboy
That's a rough ride for a cowboy