Cowboys Lose Again

[Verse 1: lazy New Orleans piano, soft brushed drums, upright bass walking lightly, small woodwind flourishes, warm Americana strings, wry singer-songwriter phrasing] They said the boys were back again With their eyes on the Lombardi Zeke would feast and Dak would spin And Jerry threw a party But the roof was leakin' Defense was creakin' Oh It just ain't fair The birds were flyin' Mama was cryin' Oh Daddy pulled his hair [Chorus: swaying piano pop groove, light jazz horns, gentle orchestral lift, playful satirical tone] And Mama asked "When are they ever gonna win?" And I said "Again" [Verse 2: baroque pop piano lines, muted brass comments, loose Americana shuffle, clarinet doubling melody] He turned it on in 2016 Zeke was the best rookie around The boys They hadn't lost in weeks And Dak was wearin' the crown We were Super Bowl-bound Super Bowl-bound 'Til the boys from Green Bay came to town Then they let us down [Chorus: same arrangement as before but slightly fuller, small gospel-style backing harmonies mixed low] And Mama asked "When are they ever gonna win?" And I said "Again" When are they ever gonna win? And I said "Again" [Verse 3: softer piano storytelling, understated strings, bluesy guitar fills, weary narrator tone] It ain't so bad We win the division We get beat in the wild card round It's tradition We trade our future Lose to our rivals The season ends the same A week or two after the playoffs Our coach gets fired And the cycle starts again [Chorus: piano-led orchestral swell, brass echoing the vocal line, warm satirical folk vibe] And Mama asked "When are they ever gonna win?" And I said "Again" "When are they ever gonna win?" And I said "Again" "When are they ever gonna win?" And I said "Again"