Boots and a buckle jukebox and a bottle   Old rodeo cowboy its part of the draw   He dreams of tomorrow winnin' the next show   Till he looks in the mirror that hangs on the wall   There's a weathered old face like leather its aged   With scars you can trace that run down to his soul   The mirror can't hide what the drinks will disguise   There's a rodeo cowboy that's gettin' too old   Bars shouldn't have mirrors who wants to see the real thing   Bars shouldn't have mirrors is that cowboy I'm lookin' at there really me      But he'll tell all his stories live over past glories   Will the whisky will make him a winner again   But every drink that is raised he'll see his face   Cause the bottles just a mirror he holds in his hand   Bars shouldn't have mirrors...