The Man Who Dares

[Verse 1]
Talking ’bout me all over town
Big mouths running, better watch who’s around
You think you’re clever with your whiskey breath
But where I’m from, that’ll bite you back, boy, that’s a bet
[Chorus]
Talking ’bout me all over town gon’ get you messed up
Keep poking this old dog, you’re gonna press your luck
Your wife should be real proud, ’cause he’s a jestah, yeah, she wears that crown
Nobody knows how she is, nobody cares
’Cause she married the man, the man who dares
[Verse 2]
You pour your poison in the corner booth
But every story that you tell ain’t truth
She rolls her eyes when you say my name
’Cause all that noise just proves you’re scared of the flame (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Talking ’bout me all over town gon’ get you messed up
Keep poking this old dog, you’re gonna press your luck
Your wife should be real proud, ’cause he’s a jestah, yeah, she wears that crown
Nobody knows how she is, nobody cares
’Cause she married the man, the man who dares
[Bridge]
I ain’t hiding, I’m right here, front porch light
Say it to my face if you feel so right
She’s tired of your talk and your barroom stares
’Cause she’s dreaming ’bout a man, a man who dares (hey!)
[Chorus]
Talking ’bout me all over town gon’ get you messed up
Keep poking this old dog, you’re gonna press your luck
Your wife should be real proud, ’cause he’s a jestah, yeah, she wears that crown
Nobody knows how she is, nobody cares
Because she married the man, the man who dares
Yeah, she married the man
The man who dares

country, Modern country swagger with gritty Telecaster twang, steady stomp-and-clap groove, and male vocals dripping attitude; verses stay tight and conversational over a stripped band, then chorus widens with stacked gang shouts and a singalong hook, fiddle fills and slide guitar answering the vocal; last chorus kicks up with extra harmonies and a half-time feel for a bar before slamming back in