

Prompt / Lyrics
[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!)
Tags
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
2:59
No
2/27/2026