She was a smoke show, east coast Girl from the upper class Her money grew on trees That were planted in her Daddy's grass I brought her out here to the promised land West of the river, north of the sand All she ever did was b**ch And ride my country ass
She hated that cowsh*t in the morning Folgers in an ole tin can Boots on a Honky Tonk floor And she couldn't stand that coors light in my hand When she kicked my border collie That's when she crossed the line I'd rather smell cowsh*t in the morning Than put up with her bullsh*t every night
I said adios to her and the horse that she rode in on When I say horse I mean that trust fund SUV Nah the range ain't no place for a Range Rover And she got colder than an old blue norther Told me it was here or her So I flipped her the bird
She hated that cowsh*t in the morning Folgers in an ole tin can Boots on a Honky Tonk floor And she couldn't stand that coors light in my hand When she kicked my border collie That's when she crossed the line I'd rather smell cowsh*t in the morning Than put up with her bullsh*t every night
She loved my two tone flatbed The black cowboy hat on my head But she wasn't cut out for all that
Cowsh*t in the morning Folgers in an ole tin can Boots on a Honky Tonk floor And she couldn't stand that coors light in my hand When she kicked my border collie That's when she crossed the line I'd rather smell cowsh*t in the morning Than put up with her bullsh*t every nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
