Jason the Cowboy

Intro

(whistle... slow... then a banjo pluck)

Verse

Dust on my boots, mask made of hide

Ridin’ through the pines on a moonless night

Friday the 13th, the crickets go still

I tip my hat and the whole town chills

Verse

Old pickup rattles, blood on the wheel

Been huntin’ since sundown, got time to kill

Barbed-wire fence, a coyote howls

I swing that machete and the whole world howls

Verse

Mama told stories ’round the campfire glow

Now I’m the story that the preachers don’t know

Spurs click-clack on a crooked dirt road

One wrong turn and your story gets told

Chorus

Jason the cowboy, mask in the moon

Rope made of thunder, boots full of doom

Friday the 13th, hear the church bells moan

Hide in the hayloft or you’ll die alone

(alone… alone…)

Chorus

Jason the cowboy, mask in the moon

Rope made of thunder, boots full of doom

Friday the 13th, hear the church bells moan

Hide in the hayloft or you’ll die alone

(alone… alone…)