Butts

Crack open a cold one, hit the wide-open trail,

Copenhagen in my pocket, chasing' down the tail,

Underneath the stars, got that country on my mind,

Livin' that wild life, with a little NoDak shine.

Boots on the dirt, wranglers tight and worn,

Riding broncs and bulls, through the early morn,

Cattle in the pasture, big trucks roll on through,

Tan lines and sweet nothings, in a red dirt hue.

Beer in my hand, spittin’ that dip,

Chasing farm girls, with a little gravel on my lips,

Road ruts and moonshine dances, chase the thrill,

Big city dreams, but I love my country till.

It’s bucks and cowgirl butts, against the sunset glow,

Copenhagen nights and whiskey lows,

Riding high on those valley heights,

Sleeping under stars, living free tonight.

Kickin’ ass on a dirt-paved road,

Feelin’ high as those corn-fed folks,

Muddin’ up and messin’ around,

Chasing those ugly farmer’s daughters, pound for pound.

So here’s to the wild, the brave, the true,

Big trucks, mud, and a sky so blue,

Country heart, with a rebel’s spark,

Living it loud until dawn’s dark.