Lyrics:
the Paramount sign's sparkling
Sparkling just for me
You made me trade my violets for roses
You tried to trade in my new truck for horses
Don't forget all
it,
A wish come true,
And this is what I'd do
I'd trade this truck in for a horse with no name
I'd drink whiskey straight and I wouldn't feel the flame
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up (throwin' up this dirty old for life, fool)
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo,
the iron horse?
I want to watch you windblown facing
Waves of wheat for your embracing
Folks sing a song of the grange
Nestle in a kiss below there
the woods, bunch of horses in the hood
Straight props, pretty good for a redneck
Dang straight, that's my name on them papers
Deuces up, see you later
Little pony and great big horse went out in a great big truck
Great big horse could trot real fast, little pony he could not.
Great big horse
up like a dump truck
We're looking for a high girl we don't give a fuck
[Verse]
Shorty I might be your first but I will not be your worst
And if
(yeehaw)
I swear these people need God (need God)
I got some horses in this truck, keep up
I got some horses in this truck, keep up (keep up)
I got
wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
Or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
Or your freak parade
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town
When I saddle up my horse
wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
Or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
Or your freak parade
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town
When I saddle up my horse
Going too fast yea
200 on the dash yea
That's in cash, and that's in speed
You crazy if you think I really need...,
The Lambo truck...,
Blew through
a double round of Crown
And everybody's gettin' down
And this town, ain't never gonna be the same
'Cause I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
through the rodeo towns
Wrapped in her wings for the midnight flight
That bucking horse moon kept shining down
Bucking horse moon on the hood
the main attraction
Lamborghini fast and I'm too tall for that shit
I tried to get in, I had to crawl in that bitch
But they 'bout to make a truck so I'ma
the main attraction
Lamborghini fast and I'm too tall for that shit
I tried to get in, I had to crawl in that bitch
But they 'bout to make a truck so I'ma
you home
Whiskey and horses
I'm bringing reinforcements
Whiskey and horses
It's time for the divorcement
Whiskey and Rockstar
I'm a cowboy popstar
the party do your days (Hey)
Put your left foot and pull it out, won't ya
(Hey) stick your right foot and pull it out
Won't ya (Hey)
Ride the horse, ride
you wish you had a horse like mine,
know how to plow a field and make strawberry wine.
I bet you wish you had a truck like me,
'ain't scared
for getting stuck boy
Pressing your luck boy
Saying you're in love
Truck boy
Only good for getting stuck
Only good for getting stuck
Truck boy
Gets my
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
Bentley truck, Bentley truck ouu
Bentley truck, Bentley truck ouu
Bentley truck, Bentley truck ouu
Bentley truck ouu
Bentley truck ouu
Bentley truck
and dress me up
Fire up that old pickup truck
Out the gate and let them horses run
Looky there who waits for me
Smiling sweetly, holding up my keys
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
Deacon Lee prepares
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