Beer-Thief Horses

[Intro]
[banjo picking fast, swaggering]
Well I set my drink
On a fence post rail
Turned my back one second
He was foamin’ at the tail (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Got a long day dust
Boots full of creek
Ice-cold bottle
Sweatin’ on the seat
Turn around laughin’
Think I’m in the clear
But every horse on this ranch
Got a nose for beer
[Chorus]
All my horses steal my beer
Line up smirkin’, draggin’ near
Lip that bottle, tip it high
Warm foam drippin’ from their sky-wide eyes
Yeah my trusty herd, my four-legged crew
Drink more than I ever do
All my horses steal my beer
And they never buy a round in here (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Got a bay named Trouble
Likes a light gold brew
Palomino Penny
Sips the dark stuff too
Old gray Gus
Ain’t moved in years
But he’ll sprint like lightning
If he hears me twist a beer
[Chorus]
All my horses steal my beer
Hoof prints all around my chair
Sneakin’ closer, playin’ tame
Soon as I laugh, it’s a chuggin’ game
Yeah my saddle pals, my barnyard band
Drink it faster than I can stand
All my horses steal my beer
And they never buy a round in here (woah, c’mon)
[Bridge]
Tried to hide it in the truck bed
They picked the lock with their teeth
Tried a cooler in the bunkhouse
Found ’em dancin’ in the steam
If I crack one at the sunset
I can feel ’em gather near
Got a ranch full of nags
Turned into bartenders of the year (hey!)
[Chorus]
All my horses steal my beer
Tail-high, grinnin’ ear to ear
If I pour one, they appear
Must be magic how they hear
Yeah my rowdy bunch, my brindle gang
Leave me holdin’ nothin’ but the bottle rang
All my horses steal my beer
And they never buy a round in here (one more!)
[Outro]
[guitar and banjo trade licks]
So barkeep, make it crystal clear
Send a bucket for my dear
’Cause the way it’s goin’ ‘round this year
I just work here
They drink the beer (hey!)

country, High-energy Western country romp with bright banjo intro tumbling into brisk acoustic fingerpicking and walking upright bass. Male vocals riding a galloping two-step groove, train-beat snare and loose cowboy gang shouts on key punchlines. Fiddle fills answer vocal phrases; chorus hits bigger with stacked harmonies and a shouted tag. Mix leans warm and live, like a rowdy ranch-bar stage recording., deep, strong