Hey, cowboy

You been throwing that rope, playing them shows, making texas noise

Got country back on mainstream.

Hey mountain man

You been gone singing them songs with your wild-card band

Selling out every seat.

Let's slow down them highway wheels

Find a honky tonk to kill.

Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools

Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose

Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school

Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull.

Man, tell me 'bout them gold-plated buckles and tattooed knuckles

Well, buddy they're about first place and family

And while we're at it, tell me 'bout moonshine running and big deer hunting up in appalachia

You'd have to see it to believe.

Kinda makes me want a drink.

Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools

Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose

Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school

Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull.

How 'bout that mossy oak?

How 'bout that resistol hat?

Them red, white, and blue boys and girls over there kicking ass?

Yeah, come on, raise a glass.

Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools

Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose

Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school

Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull

Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull.