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I stepped off that late night bus in my dusty Sunday jeans
Into a world of glitter boots and hair in neon greens
Back home the brightest light is at the Imperial Hotel
But this town's neon glowing like the devil's carousel
There's a fella in a dress with boots that cost more than my truck
A girl with purple lightning hair, I swear it's sparking up
I tip my hat and mumble, ma'am, she smiles, I'm They not She
I said, well, bless my soul, I'm just a little out of touch, you'll see
I ain't here to cause no trouble, I ain't trying to start no fight
I'm just a low-tech cowboy on a high-tech Friday night
I'm a cowboy out of time in a world of neon hair
Everybody's taking selfies, but no one's really there
Back home I just say, howdy, ma'am, and everything's alright
Here I'm playing what's-your-pronouns just to order food tonight
So I'll call you friend and you call me strange
We'll laugh about our different range
You be you and I'll be me and maybe we'll be fine
Just a little bit of city in this cowboy out of time
The DJ asked, you got requests, can you play some George Strait
He said, is that a playlist or a plug-in I should update
I tried to two-step with a girl, she said, hold up, I'll go live
Next thing, a thousand strangers could see me barely stay alive
Everybody's staring at their phones like they're expecting rain
I said, I'm right here in the flesh, they said, we'll text you just the same
Back home we've passed the time with pool or drinking at the bar
Here they swipe left, swipe right so fast they'd out rope any star
I ain't saying they're all crazy, maybe I'm the one off track
Like Rip Van Winkle in a honky-tonk who's never looking back
I'm a cowboy out of time in a world of laser light
Where guys wear mascara and girls' bras are on the outside
Back home we all wear jeans and boots, hats pulled down just right
But if I call her she or her it don't start up a fight
So I'll call you friend and you call me odd
I'll raise my beer and wink at God
You be you and I'll be me and maybe we'll be fine