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(intro: gtr/808/hh)

(F-wsp)

“mm… yeah… Cowboy…”

(V1-M)

Boots on the dash, smoke in the ash,

Leather seats sing while I’m grippin’ her ass.

Moonshine kiss, tongue full of sin,

Dirty lil’ grin sayin’ “boy, get in.”

Rack stay loaded, chrome still gleam,

Bass got the floor lean—whole club scream.

She drop it low like she workin’ for tips,

I’m tossin’ shells while I bite her lips.

(Pre-F) (fal)

He wild, he bad, makes me cross that line,

Cowboy heat got me lost in time.

(Ch-M+F) (drop)

BOOTY, BULLETS & WHISKEY—my vibe,

She ride shotgun while I ride high.

Smoke in the bed, fire in her eyes,

She yell “COWBOY!” when the bass collide.

BOOTY, BULLETS & WHISKEY—so loud,

We run this bar like we own the crowd.

(V2-M)

Ink peeks sharp from ripped blue jeans,

Devil in her moves, saint in her dreams.

Shot after shot, we lose control,

Singin’ my name like a country soul.

Kick hit hard like a .45 live,

She lick her lips—keep the night alive.

Ain’t no saints—just sin and sound,

Two outlaws torchin’ this backroad down.

(Br-F) (low)

Whiskey breath, sweat on my skin,

Cowboy rough—yeah, I’m lettin’ him in.

Hands on my hips, steel by his thigh,

We dance like a born to ride-or-die.

(Ch-Both) (drop2)

BOOTY, BULLETS & WHISKEY—no debt,

Bodies in motion, zero regret.

Dirty south fire, neon glow,

Raise hell till the speakers blow.

BOOTY, BULLETS & WHISKEY—so loud,

Cowboy + his baby—own this crowd.

(Out-F) (slide/808 fade)

“mm… that’s Cowboy, baby.”