Gulf Coast Cowboy

Sunburnt neck

Sand in my beer

You roll up talkin’

Like you run things here

Boots on my cooler

Hand on my chair

You really picked

The wrong damn chair

I’m a Gulf Coast cowboy

Hat low

Eyes hard

Tryna watch the waves

You’re killin’ my yard

You want a piece of me? I’ll give you a part

Take your big-city mouth

Your brand-new heart

And fuck off back where you came from

Yeah

Fuck off back where you came from (hey!)

I got shrimp on the grill

Salt on my skin

You got jokes ‘bout my town

‘Bout the way we live

You say this place

Ain’t worth spit or song

Cool story

Sweetheart

Keep movin’ along

I’m a Gulf Coast cowboy

Hat low

Eyes hard

Tryna watch the waves

You’re killin’ my yard

You want a piece of me? I’ll give you a part

Take your big-city mouth

Your brand-new heart

And fuck off back where you came from

Yeah

Fuck off back where you came from (woah)

Maybe it’s the tide

Maybe it’s the rum

But I got one word

Rollin’ off my tongue

You don’t like my drawl?

You don’t like my shore?

Gate’s right there

Don’t let it hit you on your way—

‘Cause I’m a Gulf Coast cowboy

Hat low

Eyes hard

This porch

This view

This beat-up yard

You want a fight? I’ll just raise my glass

Toast to your truck

And your leavin’ ass

So fuck off back where you came from

Yeah

Fuck off back where you came from (one more time)

Fuck off back where you came from