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Cowboys and angels, like whiskey and fire
F Am C G
Bad reputation, that you can't deny
F Dm Am G
My mother said it'll never work, I said, 'To hell, let it burn'
F E
Only two things in life that you just can't wrangle, cowboys and angels
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All white, snoot boot, dirty south
C
Gold on his neck, gold in his mouth
G
Date night me to Pappadeaux
Em
He had me sippin', talkin' slow
Am
He keep that thing right in his boot
C
He whip the horse, ain't got no roof
G
He always taste like hundred proof
Em
That's one game I knew I'd lose
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Cowboys and angels, like whiskey and fire
F Am C G
Bad reputation, that you can't deny
F Dm Am G
My mother said it'll never work, I said, 'To hell, let it burn'
F E
Only two things in life that you just can't wrangle, cowboys and angels
Am
Yeah, tastes like Texas Cuban links
C
That B pro promethazine
G
Yeah, he throws back another drink
Em
That Pyrex in the kitchen sink
Am C
You gotta know when to hold 'em or fold 'em
Am
I got out that bitch like Rambo in a Lambo'
C
With a handle like a vandal
G
He ain't even see me leave
F
'Cause I was in his camo'
F Am C G
Like cowboys and angels, like whiskey and fire
F Am C G
Bad reputation, that you can't deny
F Dm Am G
My mother said it'll never work, I said, 'To hell, let it burn'
F E Am
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