The Star ain’t What it Was (Cowboys)

We showed up every Sunday,

Gave our hearts and screamed your name.

Now it’s filters, fame, and fortune,

And a team that ain’t the same.

You used to stand for Texas, tough as boots and barbed wire pride,

Now it’s velvet ropes and press suits walkin' that sideline.

We remember when you earned it—

Now you sell it like a brand,

While the real ones in the bleachers barely recognize this land.

This star ain’t what it was, but I still wear it outta love,

Even though it’s cracked and faded like a flag that’s had enough.

I ain’t blind—I see the gloss, I see the fire you let die,

But we’re the heartbeat you forgot, still screamin’ “Cowboys 'til I die!”

You polish up the logos, make ‘em gleam for every shot,

But you can’t Photoshop the fire that this damn team forgot.

Ain’t about the rankings, the rankings come and go,

It’s about blood on the jersey and fightin’ in the snow.

You trade legends like they’re nothin’, chase the next big thing,

While we sit back wonderin’ what happened to our king.

We ain't mad 'cause you’re losin'—hell, we’ve seen our share of loss,

We’re mad 'cause you lost your soul just tryin’ to be the boss.

This star ain’t what it was, but it still means somethin’ here,

It’s stitched into our childhoods, our Sundays, and our beer.

We don’t need your headlines or your circus with a smile,

We just want our Cowboys back—the ones that’d bleed a mile.

So take your show...

But leave the name.

We’ll still be here,

Watchin’ the flame.