Cowboy On Aisle Three Lyrics

I’m just a cowboy down on aisle three
You’re all at the checkouts looking at me
I’m just a cowboy down on aisle three
You’re all at the checkouts looking at me
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck

He’s doing up his boots
And fixing his hat
Tin of beans in his holster
He's not paying for that

He’s in the fridge section
And he's looking for tea
Chilled salmon’s too expensive
So it’s frozen red meat

Everyone is staring and he’s crying on the floor
And his wife just left him as she said out thе door
‘I’m a social butterfly but you’re a moth with mates
And wе’ll never be compatible so how does that taste?’

I’m just a cowboy down on aisle three
You’re all at the checkouts looking at me
I’m just a cowboy down on aisle three
You’re all at the checkouts looking at me
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck

He’s winking at the nans, blowing kisses at the mums
He wants somebody rich with unlimited funds
His horse is getting screamed at whilst it’s parked outside
People try and get past but it’s over the lines

I’m just a cowboy down on aisle three
You’re all at the checkouts looking at me
I’m just a cowboy down on aisle three
You’re all at the checkouts looking at me
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck
He’s just a cowboy checking out down on his luck