a cigarrette was all he had. when his decision came into my head. the other sad morning we'd reached a true sound. his hands a-bleeding he was singin' a song. about the wild and his living eyes wild. about the time and its silly jokes old times. the cowboy has the money. but he cannot see.. understand me i ain't got no birds. i cannot hear singings not any word of love. when he was in jail i can remember well. there were many stories to be told and hearts to swell. (so well).. the cowboy has the money. but he cannot see. the cowboy has the money. he's already been paid. the cowboy has the money. don't you think. he's already been paid?. the cowboy has the money. he's already been paid... understand me i ain't got no words