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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pulled up to the chute
Dust on my jeans
Old man grinnin'
Sayin' “Son, you keen?”
Got a long black bull
Mean as sin
They slapped the gate
I just hung on in
[Chorus]
I been ridin’ these Johnsons
Tryin’ to stay on for eight
Spurs dig in and my heart starts racin’
Hear that clang of the gate
Folks all laughin’, raisin’ up their beers
Yellin’, “Boy, don’t lose your pride!”
RidIN’ these Johnsons
Then we’re eatin’ cow fries
[Verse 2]
Cook’s at the trailer
Grease poppin’ hot
Plate full of “oysters”
Fresh from the lot
Dipped in that batter
Salt, pepper, spice
You ain’t lived yet
Till you’ve tried ‘em twice
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
City girl starin’
Eyes big as plates
Says, “What’s that, cowboy?”
I say, “Grab you a taste”
She takes one bite
Starts laughin’ so hard she cries
Says, “Guess I’m stayin’ ‘round
For them bulls and cow fries”
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 28, 2025
Duration2:55
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Modern country bar-band groove with bright Telecaster leads, shuffling drums, and big singalong chorus. Male vocals with a wink; verses stay tight and storytelling-focused, choruses open up with stacked harmonies, fiddle fills, and a rowdy crowd feel. Keep it tongue‑in‑cheek but radio-clean, letting the band punch the punchlines.
Credits
Prompt byFunkyQueue930
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A country song about riding Johnsons and eating cow fries
