I don't get mad at you for getting up early Please don't be mad at me for staying up late You know my hours are a little bit surly From when the sun goes down To when the devil wakes But there'll be angels in the mornin' When the joy comes if you believe In that hopeful sentiment And I'll always be here for you Until the heavens makes me prove When I cried for mercy that I meant it I'll be your Carhartt cowboy I'll be your fancy-dudded dude I'll be everything in between That you want me to I'll be your cookin-up-chow-boy Your holy-cow-wow-boy It's all up to you I'll do anything you want me to You know never slowin' down will wear ya thin Even if you're ridin high with a master plan And you know the shape I get myself in Between a couple drinks & now I need a hand I been waitin' on the mornin when the joy come Cause I'm a fool for hopeful sentiment You've been tossed about with me Like two old souls lost at sea Ridin' out the waves til they relent I'll be your Carhartt cowboy I'll be your fancy-dudded dude I'll be everything in between That you want me to I'll be your cookin'-up-chow boy Your holy-cow-wow boy Runnin'-that-plow boy Look what you did now, boy It's all up to you I'll do anything you want me to