"Shoot The Bull" lyrics

Hey, cowboy
You been throwing that rope, playing them shows, making Texas noise
Got country back on mainstream

Hey mountain man
You been gone singing them songs with your wild-card band
Selling out every seat

Let's slow down them highway wheels
Find a honky tonk to kill

Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools
Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose
Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull

Man, tell me 'bout them gold-plated buckles and tattooed knuckles
Well, buddy they're about first place and family
And while we're at it, tell me 'bout moonshine running and big deer hunting up in Appalachia
You'd have to see it to believe

Kinda makes me want a drink

Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools
Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose
Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull

How 'bout that Mossy Oak?
How 'bout that Resistol hat?
Them red, white, and blue boys and girls over there kicking ass?
Yeah, come on, raise a glass

Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools
Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose
Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull