Letras
Don't call it a lasso
Don't call it a rodeo
Know what you in for
Get clean of your sins though
It's a Marlboro red
A meat hung in a shed
You ain't get one
It's all of his friends
Dress up, make a trend
You ain't 'bout to be about no cowboy shit
He's wide open, yes sir
Jerk that spoke, why'd you go to work?
It starts fast and hot damn
Looking clean cut for some hustle
Long shank in his spurs
Rattlesnake skin for the fur
Rhinestone hippie from the city
You must feel the need
To stand there and lead
I'm podunk, hold up
Riding rank ones in the stirrups
Shotgun for the shaft
Busting bombs off a white cap
Guess you need identity
You ain't ever gonna be me
Oh, God bless the land of the Seminole wind
Oh, God bless the land of the Seminole wind
He's wide open, yes sir
Jerk that spoke, why'd you go to work?
It starts fast and hot damn
Looking clean cut for some hustle
Long shank in his spurs
Rattlesnake skin for the fur
Rhinestone hippie from the city
You must feel the need
To stand there and lead
Hat to the pearl snaps
Buckles to the jeans
Boots to the wild rag
A lot of go energy
Oh, God bless the land of the Seminole wind
Oh, God bless the land of the Seminole wind
He's wide open, yes sir
Jerk that spoke, why'd you go to work?
It starts fast and hot damn
Looking clean cut for some hustle
Long shank in his spurs
Rattlesnake skin for the fur
Rhinestone hippie from the city
You must feel the need
To stand there and lead