UNION GIRLS SING FAMILIAR WRONGS

THE BOYS CAN FABLE ALL ALONE

SHE WALKED UP TO ME WITH A NOD AND A SMILE

THE NEXT THING I KNEW, WE WERE DRINKING ALONE


BLUEBIRD ON MY SHOULDER TELLING ME TO KEEP IT COOL

WITH WANDERING EYES, HIGHLIGHT THE GHOSTS IN THE ROOM

​SO DEEP IN THE WELL OF THE SECOND HAND STORE

THERE'S A ROOM WITH SECOND HAND DREAMS

FOR TOO YOUNG COWBOYS AND ME


HER FINGER KISSED ME, I FUMBLED MY KEYS

THE JEANS SHE WORE SAW BETTER DAYS

TO HEAR HER WORDS I FOLLOWED HER BLIND

BUT I SWEAR MY SENSES TRIED TO RUN AWAY 


DANCING WITH A DEADHEAD INSIDE HER BOX OF RAIN

STARING AT THE SKY, PAYING OFF OUR MIDNIGHT SHAME

MAYBE OUT OF EDEN IN A MERCURY '49

ON THIS DEAD, VALLEY STREET

IT'S TOO YOUNG COWBOYS AND ME


words and music by Erik J. Matthews

TOO YOUNG COWBOYS