[Verse 1]
Dust on my boots, sun on my neck
Old ball cap with the sweat-ring set
Truck bed full of feed, dog in the back
Two-lane road and it all turns black
Rolling hills, that fading gold
Fence posts lean like tired old souls
Small town sign, population same
Everybody here knows my last name
[Chorus]
I’m a small town California cowboy
No Tesla in the drive, just this old Ford pride
Got a pocket full of dirt and a heart full of wild joy
Meet the boys at the bar come Friday night
Line dancing in the glow of those blue and red lights
Spinning that pretty little thing ‘round the sawdust floor
Yeah, this is what I was made for
[Verse 2]
Feed store closes ‘bout half past five
Swap tall tales in the parking lot lies
Cattle on the hill, horses by the creek
Sunday clean, but I cuss all week
She walks in with a sunburnt nose
Cutoff jeans and a wildflower pose
Laugh in her eyes say “take my hand”
Boots start talking ‘cause the band just slammed
[Chorus]
I’m a small town California cowboy
No Tesla in the drive, just this old Ford pride
Got a pocket full of dirt and a heart full of wild joy
Meet the boys at the bar come Friday night
Line dancing in the glow of those blue and red lights
Spinning that pretty little thing ‘round the sawdust floor
Yeah, this is what I was made for
[Bridge]
From the rolling ranch land mornings
To the barroom, smoke-stained nights (oh yeah)
I don’t need a suit or city story
Just her hand and these porch-light skies
[Chorus]
I’m a small town California cowboy
No Tesla in the drive, just this old Ford ride
Got a pocket full of dirt and a heart full of wild joy
Meet the boys at the bar come Friday night
Line dancing in the glow of those blue and red lights
Holding that pretty little thing like she’s all I’ll ever want and more
Yeah, this is what I was made for
Yeah, this is what I was made for