Let me tell you the story of a girl named Gachette Joe, the king of the firecrackers Who always went out armed, but who by chance finds himself one night without his gun lost in a bar He meets this girl, she offers him a drink, she who had all the assets to please him But the problem is that she was with another, incomprehensible, I would even say of a pretty hoarse kind The guy tells him, avoid playing the cowboys, if you continue, it will end outside Joe takes him, wants to play him body to body, just time for him to take a bullet and die Call him darling, because the merdier has escaped, I saw him I see cowboys in my city, cowboys in my city But tell me where do all these cowboys come from who parade with their guns and their shots Am I going crazy? Not at all I see cowboys in my city, cowboys in my city But tell me where do all these cowboys come from who parade Is it the TV in the neck? Or am I crazy? But Joe had friends, he had a family, people who loved him but who especially never admitted And who one day decided, I did not let them avenge their brother by arranging the affair in their own way With a gunshot, with a revolver, two gunshots and two mercenaries They promised to send him six feet underground to the cemetery And it's been a day that we can see guys trying to avoid the bullets, avoid the bullets They try to avoid the bullets, avoid the bullets They dance like fugitives They try to avoid the bullets, avoid the bullets They try to avoid the bullets, avoid the bullets They dance like fugitives I see cowboys in my city, cowboys in my city But tell me where do all these cowboys come from who parade with their guns and their shots Am I going crazy? Not at all I see cowboys in my city, cowboys in my city But tell me where do all these cowboys come from who parade with their guns and their shots Am I going crazy? Not at all I see John Wayne, his new star, cowboys of the system Who even threaten you if it's not worth it Always one hand on the colt and the other on the reins to believe they hate Baby Lee the Kid, his kids a little crazy, his kids a little speed Who to become men go to stupid games Spun for bandits and a liquid look, am I the one who is no longer lucid? I see gulls, I see jackals, I see wolves controlling their capital Am I going crazy? Am I going crazy? I see cowboys in my city, cowboys in my city But tell me where do all these cowboys come from who parade with their guns and their shots Am I going crazy? Not at all I see cowboys in my city, cowboys in my city But tell me where do all these cowboys come from who parade with their guns and their shots Am I going crazy? I see cowboys in my city, cowboys in my city But tell me where do all these cowboys come from who parade with their guns and their shots Am I going crazy? I see cowboys in my city, cowboys in my city But tell me where do all these cowboys come from who parade with their guns and their shots Is TV really that good? I see cowboys in my city, cowboys in my city But tell me where do all these cowboys come from who parade with their guns and their shots Is TV really that good? I see cowboys in my city, cowboys in my city But tell me where do all these cowboys come from who parade with their guns and their shots Is TV really that good?