Bangkok Buckaroo

[Verse 1]
Met her in a bar off Soi-somethin’
Neon sign leanin’ like my grin
She said, “Cowboy, you look lost here
You ain’t from around this din”
I had dust on my old boots
Smell of jet fuel in my clothes
She laughed, “You came for temples?”
Then she tapped her friend and posed
[Chorus]
Next thing I know I’m at a ping-pong show
Thinkin’, “Mama, if you saw me, you’d say ‘Boy, just go’”
But the band kept playin’, crowd kept sayin’
“Stay a little longer, have one more”
I came lookin’ for peace, found a different glow
In a dingy little room at a ping-pong show
[Verse 2]
There was glitter in the rafters
Plastic flowers on the stage
Tourists holdin’ up their cameras
Eyes too wide for their own age
I just nursed my beer and chuckled
At the rodeo of wrong and right
Thought of small town Sunday sermons
In this wild Thai Saturday night
[Chorus]
Next thing I know I’m at a ping-pong show
Thinkin’, “Mama, if you saw me, you’d say ‘Boy, just go’”
But the band kept playin’, crowd kept swayin’
“Stay a little longer, have one more”
I came lookin’ for grace, found a different glow
In a dingy little room at a ping-pong show
[Bridge]
World’s a long, long highway
From my porch to Sukhumvit
Same old hungry hearts though
Just dressed up a little bit
I ain’t sayin’ I was holy
When I stumbled to the street
But I tipped my hat to all that madness
Like a cowboy in retreat (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Next thing I know I’m hummin’ “Take Me Home”
Half ashamed, half amazed at how far I’d roamed
But the night kept smilin’, tuk-tuks whinin’
“Stay a little longer, have one more”
I came lookin’ for change, found a story to show
About a far-gone cowboy at a ping-pong show

country, Laid-back country shuffle with twangy Telecaster, brushed snare, and warm upright bass. Male vocals, storytelling drawl. Verses stay intimate and lightly humorous; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a singalong hook. Slide guitar fills answer vocal phrases, with a small half-time breakdown before the final chorus for a wink-at-the-camera moment.