Boots and a buckle jukebox and a bottleOld rodeo cowboy its part of the drawHe dreams of tomorrow winnin' the next showTill he looks in the mirror that hangs on the wallThere's a weathered old face like leather its agedWith scars you can trace that run down to his soulThe mirror can't hide what the drinks will disguiseThere's a rodeo cowboy that's gettin' too oldBars shouldn't have mirrors who wants to see the real thingBars shouldn't have mirrors is that cowboy I'm lookin' at there really meBut he'll tell all his stories live over past gloriesWill the whisky will make him a winner againBut every drink that is raised he'll see his faceCause the bottles just a mirror he holds in his handBars shouldn't have mirrors...