I don't get mad at you for getting up early
Please don't be mad at me for staying up late
You know my hours are a little bit surly
From when the sun goes down
To when the devil wakes
But there'll be angels in the mornin'
When the joy comes if you believe
In that hopeful sentiment
And I'll always be here for you
Until the heavens makes me prove
When I cried for mercy that I meant it
I'll be your Carhartt cowboy
I'll be your fancy-dudded dude
I'll be everything in between
That you want me to
I'll be your cookin-up-chow-boy
Your holy-cow-wow-boy
It's all up to you
I'll do anything you want me to
You know never slowin' down will wear ya thin
Even if you're ridin high with a master plan
And you know the shape I get myself in
Between a couple drinks & now I need a hand
I been waitin' on the mornin when the joy come
Cause I'm a fool for hopeful sentiment
You've been tossed about with me
Like two old souls lost at sea
Ridin' out the waves til they relent
I'll be your Carhartt cowboy
I'll be your fancy-dudded dude
I'll be everything in between
That you want me to
I'll be your cookin'-up-chow boy
Your holy-cow-wow boy
Runnin'-that-plow boy
Look what you did now, boy
It's all up to you
I'll do anything you want me to