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Well, you're nothin' but a paper cowboyMade out of glue and old newsAnd all you bravado and your dirt-dealing waysThat only gives us the bluesYou're always out talkin' a good gameWith your cronies, your clowns, and your dogsAll of the things that you say you'll doWell, a million-to-one says you won'tSo lay down your gunsThey were never loaded anyhowWith your high-dollar boots and your trash-talkin' mouthThis town has no use for you nowWhen everyone gets on to your tricksWhere in the hell are you gonna go?Can't say you've got nothin' to proveBaby, when you've got nothin' to show'Cause you're nothin' but a paper cowboySo fade away like a good cowboy shouldGive your pony the reins down on the plainsAnd you can tell them you was misunderstoodLay down your gunsSongtexteThey were never loaded anyhowWith your high-dollar boots and your trash-talkin' mouthOh, this town has no use for you nowThis town has no use for you now Aus Songtexte Mania