“Cow Convoy (DFW to Denver)”
By: The Square Cow Road Kings
(Genre: Outlaw Country Rock with Big Rig Energy — think Waylon Jennings meets Florida Georgia Line on a Red Bull bender)
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[Intro – Dillon (CB radio crackle)]
Breaker one-nine, y’all ready to roll?
Truck 19, 21, and 35 locked and loaded…
DFW to Denver, boys. Let’s ride.
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[Verse 1 – Paul (gear-shiftin’ smooth)]
Truck 19 leadin’ the way,
I got straps so tight they sing and pray.
Ten thousand pounds, box full of glass,
Movin’ fast, Colorado-bound, kiss my ass.
Y’all in the back, don’t lag or stall,
I’m Jamaican steel, I don’t drop nothin’ at all.
Got my boots, got my vest, truck hummin’ low—
Cow Convoy ridin’ like a rodeo.
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[Chorus – All Voices (full throttle)]
We the Cow Convoy, roarin’ westbound,
Three trucks deep, paintin’ that ground.
From DFW to the Mile High air,
With couches and fridges and zero care.
We don’t break, we don’t slow,
Paul, Dillon, Aiden, Brandon — let’s go!
Stack it tight, shut that gate—
This convoy rollin’ through every state!
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[Verse 2 – Dillon (headin’ the charge)]
I’m in truck 21, diesel dream,
With a Red Bull case and a wrap team scheme.
I pass slow semis like they standin’ still,
While checkin’ my mirrors and chewin’ the wheel.
Brandon’s behind me, steady and clean,
Aiden got snacks and a full tank lean.
We drivin’ like ghosts, haulin’ that heat—
If the cops catch us, we’ll still never miss a beat.
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[Bridge – Brandon (casual and cocky)]
This ain’t a trip — it’s a square cow charge,
Got a king-size bed and a mirror barge.
Two dolly flips, twelve load calls,
Movin’ like outlaws with padded walls.
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[Verse 3 – Aiden (young gun with the AUX cord)]
I’m the caboose, truck 35,
Crankin’ up Shania while I drive.
CB buzzin’, Red Rocks near,
We movin’ so smooth, the Rockies cheer.
Denver waitin’, but we takin’ our time,
Sippin’ gas station coffee and rhymed in rhyme.
Client said, “Y’all came in a line?”
Dillon said, “We came like thunder with padded spine.”
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[Final Chorus – All Voices (beltin’ it out)]
We the Cow Convoy, paintin’ the plains,
Leavin’ behind busted lanes and chains.
Movin’ with pride, movin’ with fire,
Our straps tight, our stacks go higher.
From Fort Worth sun to Denver’s frost,
We ain’t lost sh*t, and we never got tossed.
This ain’t a job — it’s a cowboy song—
And the Cow Convoy ridin’ strong.
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[Outro – Paul (radio buzz, laughin’)]
Denver crew just asked who we are.
I told ‘em straight:
We’re the ones who show up clean… and leave your city empty.