The dust kicks up down that road
There's a mean old cowboy come to town
Everybody's told to run, run, run
Lock your doors
Here he comes
He is misunderstood
He is misunderstood
He is misunderstood
He just wants one bottle of whiskey
A few women would do
But for some reason, nobody wants him
He is very isolated
He is misunderstood
He is misunderstood
He is misunderstood
He saddles up and heads down the road
The men of this town want to hang him
For there is their chance to take him out
But this mean old cowboy wants no fight
Hell no
He is misunderstood
He is misunderstood
He is misunderstood