Cowboy Cadillac

It's a fifty-five GMC pickup truck Paint faded to a dull gray Reliable not dependent on luck And handy on a stormy day It's got three speeds on the column And old worn leather seats Mud on the floor ain't unusual Cause it drives through all the creeks It's a cowboy Cadillac Prefect for riding the sage Holds its own on any track A timeless feature on the western range A cowboy Cadillac It's a cowboy Cadillac Running boards make an easy mount Red rims and moon hub caps This machine's what it's all about Down to the worn mud flaps Powered by an inline six Got a heater that sometimes works Equipment that any cowboy can fix With a few tools and a curse It's a cowboy Cadillac Prefect for riding the sage Holds its own on any track A timeless feature on the western range A cowboy Cadillac It's a cowboy Cadillac Prefect for cruising old sixty-six Or town on Saturday night Always looking to break new ground Or hauling extra tack In my cowboy Cadillac Prefect for riding the sage Holds its own on any track A timeless feature on the western range A cowboy Cadillac It's a cowboy Cadillac It's a cowboy Cadillac Prefect for riding the sage Holds its own on any track A timeless feature on the western range A cowboy Cadillac It's a cowboy Cadillac And it's my cowboy Cadillac