Lady Gaga and Shawn Mendes To Perform At The American Music Awards

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It’s like, I just love a cowboy, you know
I’m just like, I just, I know it’s bad, but I’m just like
Can I just like, hang off the back of your horse
And can you go a little faster?!

3 am, mustang speeding
Two lovers headed for a dead end
Too fast, hold tight, he laughs
Running through the red lights

Hollering over, rubber spinning
Big swig, toss another beer can
Too lit, tonight, praying
On the moonlight

Every John is just the same
I’m sick of their city games
I crave a real wild man
I’m strung out on John Wayne

(Dat – doo – deet – doe)
(Dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby, let’s get high, John Wayne
(Dat – doo – deet – doe)
(Dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby, let’s get high, John Wayne

Blue collar and a red-state treasure
Love junkie on a three-day bender
His grip, so hard, eyes glare
Trouble like a mug shot

Charged up ’cause the man’s on a mission
1-2 ya, the gears are shifting
He called, I cried, we broke
Racing through the moonlight

Every John is just the same
I’m sick of their city games
I crave a real wild man
I’m strung out on John Wayne

(Dat – doo – deet – doe)
(Dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby, let’s get high, John Wayne
(Dat – doo – deet – doe)
(Dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby, let’s get high, John Wayne

So here I go to the eye of the storm
Just to feel your love
Knock me over
Here I go into our love storm

(Dat – doo – deet – doe)
(Dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby, let’s get high, John Wayne
(Dat – doo – deet – doe)
(Dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby, let’s get high, John Wayne

Writer(s): Josh Homme, Mark Ronson, Stefani Germanotta, Michael Tucker
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Source:: MTV — News