Letras

I know a gent in Southwest Texas
Wears a silver belly custom from Spradley Hatters
His name is engraved on the inside band
He's the son of a son of a wild catter
He don't leave the house without a bolo on
Or the saltillo belt he bought in Nuevo Leon
He's got some M.L. Leddy boots from out San Angelo way
He's got a stogie in his pocket damn near every day
Every cowboy I know
Wishes they were
A hand for the ranch or a city chauffeur
But he mends his own fence
He drives his own self
Ask him why, he'll say "It's good for my health"
He's got it better than most
But he ain't one to boast
He ain't flashy or one to go flexing
He's the last gentleman I know in Southwest Texas
He's got a gray Chevrolet, a quarter million miles
When he wants to talk, yeah, he still dials
Down on the border, he don't alienate
Goes to the community church, just to leave a check in the plate
He don't talk too loud, or use the lord's name in vain
He's got a drum off the gutter to harvest the rain
An australian shepherd he found in Ira Ann
No name on the collar, so he just named him Dan
Every cowgirl I know
Wishes they were
Capable of making him a little unsure
But he's happily married
Kids are all grown
It's a family affair when they all come home
And he says life is all about a sense of direction
He's the last gentleman I know in Southwest Texas
Well, he sold off all of his mineral rights
To an old competitor in the Houston Heights
It was a handshake deal, no paperwork contract
The competitor just said well that's a class act
Yeah, I guess right now he's at home on a patio chair
Wherever home is, I can't really say where
But it's probably the closest mesa to heaven
The gent telling the good lord to get a spradley not a stetson
Every cowboy I know
Wishes they were
A hand for the ranch or a city chauffeur
But he mends his own fence
He drives his own self
Ask him why, he'll say "It's good for my health"
He's got it better than most
But he ain't one to boast
He ain't flashy or one to go flexing
He's the last gentleman I know
In Southwest Texas
Written by: John Baumann
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