"You Ain't No Cowboy" lyrics
Upchurch & Chris Hosier Lyrics
(feat. JustTrae)
Crazy white boy, genealogy go way back
Walk around the country club, cut the seat way back
Out here in the cut, we ain't worried about no damn plan
Streaming service trying to call us, AT&T get no text back
And I don't know no gangsta shit, them back roads got no gangsta act
CW up on HB, work trucks, Tennessee State of fact
Huckleberry motherfuckers stealing crackers, ladder racks
If you ain't rolling with us, then the crackers getting cracker jacked
When our people getting jelly, I just keep it rolling
And I'll be David Allen Cole if you think you control the motion
This that 615, this that wild, wild salt
Eating sweet potato pie, put some stitches in your mouth
Crown Vic outside your house, no vice in my scripts
Channel locks, won't unclench
CMT, I see a niche
And CMT and CML shit
Cause they ain't got the commas for Billy the Kid
CWB holla boys, we always on the strip
Cock a doodle do you chicken shit of a chicken strip
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Cut the bread in my claw, seat like a black Betty
More than ready, foot on the pedal
With tires stickin' heavy, jeans stickin' with time
The fine wine, little hefty, oh damn
Body line, feel the mother of any red coat, red rum
Load up a mini run, go try to go the redneck
Ever chosen one, Tennessee hills
Shredding blues, amplify the sun
Rockin' with the bow tie, no high class, no Hollywood
Mahogany floors, I turn the grindstone to Coliseums
Look at me now, been on the rise, I know how to freedom
Boots, rockin' with your soul, ice cold
Flow, sicker than a snotty nose
High and low shift an algorithm
And as a thing you can hang with these holla boys
Outside with the toys making hella noise
Bubba shot the jukebox changing tune breaking chords
It's in the car no suit and tie for a cowboy
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
You far from a cowboy, your city's flicking
Got some sex offender sevens on my snake skins hissing
You spittin' some flower seeds on the back of spitin'
And bet you don't know the difference between a roost or a chicken
Or what's a cell or a boy, can you tell the difference?
And it's the time high noon, yeah, let's get to business
My trigger finger Jesse James when they got a vengeance
Been a rootin' tootin' cursin' motherfucking SOB
Where I'm from, we surrounded by them cold fins and beans
An Indiana animal, hit some Levi jeans
Somewhere off in a holiday hanging up in the tree
And you might think you country, but you ain't as country as me
Southern fried chicken, what's some missing greens is hitting?
And don't forget the mashed potatoes with the salad biscuits
You ain't this, no, you ain't that
You ain't a cowboy, cause you wear the hat, so
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Walk around the country club, cut the seat way back
Out here in the cut, we ain't worried about no damn plan
Streaming service trying to call us, AT&T get no text back
And I don't know no gangsta shit, them back roads got no gangsta act
CW up on HB, work trucks, Tennessee State of fact
Huckleberry motherfuckers stealing crackers, ladder racks
If you ain't rolling with us, then the crackers getting cracker jacked
When our people getting jelly, I just keep it rolling
And I'll be David Allen Cole if you think you control the motion
This that 615, this that wild, wild salt
Eating sweet potato pie, put some stitches in your mouth
Crown Vic outside your house, no vice in my scripts
Channel locks, won't unclench
CMT, I see a niche
And CMT and CML shit
Cause they ain't got the commas for Billy the Kid
CWB holla boys, we always on the strip
Cock a doodle do you chicken shit of a chicken strip
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Cut the bread in my claw, seat like a black Betty
More than ready, foot on the pedal
With tires stickin' heavy, jeans stickin' with time
The fine wine, little hefty, oh damn
Body line, feel the mother of any red coat, red rum
Load up a mini run, go try to go the redneck
Ever chosen one, Tennessee hills
Shredding blues, amplify the sun
Rockin' with the bow tie, no high class, no Hollywood
Mahogany floors, I turn the grindstone to Coliseums
Look at me now, been on the rise, I know how to freedom
Boots, rockin' with your soul, ice cold
Flow, sicker than a snotty nose
High and low shift an algorithm
And as a thing you can hang with these holla boys
Outside with the toys making hella noise
Bubba shot the jukebox changing tune breaking chords
It's in the car no suit and tie for a cowboy
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
You far from a cowboy, your city's flicking
Got some sex offender sevens on my snake skins hissing
You spittin' some flower seeds on the back of spitin'
And bet you don't know the difference between a roost or a chicken
Or what's a cell or a boy, can you tell the difference?
And it's the time high noon, yeah, let's get to business
My trigger finger Jesse James when they got a vengeance
Been a rootin' tootin' cursin' motherfucking SOB
Where I'm from, we surrounded by them cold fins and beans
An Indiana animal, hit some Levi jeans
Somewhere off in a holiday hanging up in the tree
And you might think you country, but you ain't as country as me
Southern fried chicken, what's some missing greens is hitting?
And don't forget the mashed potatoes with the salad biscuits
You ain't this, no, you ain't that
You ain't a cowboy, cause you wear the hat, so
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
You ain't no motherfucking cowboy
Just a loud mouth lost in the crowd noise
Lane running bullet holes in the outlaw
And you ain't no motherfucking cowboy
