Phil Tittle - Cardboard Cowboy Lyrics

His hair is black as a Texas night
Eyes as blue as Montana skies
Looking down those Lucky Strikes
He blows a puff with a blank disguise
The stubble's white on his chiseled chin
Like the Mountain air, his hair is thin
But she loves this man for what's within
Not what she sees, but who he's been
He's just an old discarded cowboy
The one you see at the run down five and dime
Weathered by the midday sun
Too far gone as a hired gun
Discarded like a worn out story line
But you should've seen him in his prime
This cardboard cowboy's mine
His body's not what it used to be
But what's inside makes the man you see
Ain't it funny how we might disagree
But through it all he'll come around for me
He's just an old discarded cowboy
The the one you see at the run down five and dime
Weathered by the midday sun
Too far gone as a hired gun
Discarded like a worn out story line
But you should've seen him in his prime
This cardboard cowboy's mine
He's just an old discarded cowboy
The one you see at the run down five and dime
Weathered by the midday sun
Too far gone as a hired gun
Discarded like a worn out story line
But you should've seen him in his prime
This cardboard cowboy's mine
Yeah he's mine
Cardboard cowboy
Oh, he's mine
Cardboard cowboy
He's mine
Cardboard cowboy