Verse 1
Friday night, county line, cooler in the back
Jimmy brought the cheap beer, Billy brought the snacks
Cassie riding shotgun yelling “turn it up loud”
We were ten bad ideas looking for a crowd
Dirt road kicking up under them headlights
Somebody yelling “boys this feels right”
Saw a field full of Holsteins standing in the dark
And Bubba said “I got an idea boys, park.”
Chorus
We’re cow tippin’ tonight
Running through the pasture in the pale moonlight
Boots all muddy and the sheriff rolling by
Trying not to laugh while we stumble and hide
Yeah we thought we were legends at seventeen
Acting like idiots on Keystone dreams
Nothing in the world ever felt so right
Like drunk kids raising hell cow tippin’ tonight
Verse 2
Tyler hit the fence and ripped his blue jeans clean
Jake stepped in something that was warm and green
Megan kissed a boy by an old barbed wire gate
While Cody threw up by a John Deere crate
Then the cows all turned and started running back
And twenty drunk teenagers had a heart attack
I ain’t saying we were smart back then
But man I’d do it all again
Chorus
We were cow tippin’ tonight
Running through the pasture in the pale moonlight
Cheap beer buzzing and the radio loud
Whole small town trying to calm us down
Yeah we thought we owned that county line
With fake IDs and borrowed time
Nothing in the world ever felt so right
Like drunk kids raising hell cow tippin’ tonight
Bridge
Now we got jobs and bills and stress
Babies crying and a mortgage mess
But every now and then when I see those fields
I still hear laughter on them gravel wheels
Final Chorus
Yeah cow tippin’ tonight
Back when freedom tasted like a Busch Light
Back when getting home before sunrise
Felt like winning at life
Yeah those days burned fast but man they burned bright
Just a bunch of wild kids under neon sky
Nothing in the world ever felt so right
Like drunk kids raising hell cow tippin’ tonight
Outro
(Spoken)
“…pretty sure them cows were awake the whole time.”