Rough At The Edges - Atlanta Rhythm Section

Joe Bob McKinzey was a hero of mine

He was an outlaw all of his life

Mama used to scold me

«Don't you hang out with that cowboy»

No doubt about it

He was rough at the edges

But he was smooth on the draw

Mama didn’t like him

He was rough at the edges

But he rode the finest stallion I ever saw

Sweet satin ladies on a Saturday night

You’ve never seen such a beautiful sight

With cowboys like Joe Bob

They’d ride off in the sunset

Oh, how I’d loved 'em

Rough at the edges

I could not detect a flaw

Old dusty cowboys

Rough at the edges

Rough at the edges

But smooth on the draw

Rough at the edges

But smooth on the draw, whoo-hoo

Ride, Joe Bob

Until this day, I bet he’s still bustin' broncos

Across that prairie in the sky

I won’t forget him if I live to a hundred, no

Joe Bob McKinzey was a hero of mine

Rough at the edges

But smooth on the draw

Rough at the edges

But smooth on the draw

He rode the finest stallion I ever saw

He was rough at the edges

But smooth on the draw, yeah