Dirt road scholar

Ring around the collar

Hip don't need a pistol with a fist full of dollars

Holler if you see me

Probably somewhere greasy

Far for florida-orangey

Less than georgia-peachy.

I'm true to my religion

Ain't no store-bought shine

My pockets ain't bedazzled but I'm one of a kind.

I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on my horse

If two becomes too many, I'll just pour two more

I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on this horse

Ride into the sunset from my back porch

Yeah, yeah...

Look at all you rookies

Filin' into tootsies

Birkenstock rockin' while you boot scoot and boogie

Put me in the ryman

Call me simple simon

I'll be patsy clinin'

While you're corona limin'.

I'm true to my religion

Ain't no store-bought shine

My pockets ain't bedazzled but I'm one of a kind.

I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on my horse

If two becomes too many, I'll just pour two more

I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on this horse

Ride into the sunset from my back porch

Yeah, yeah...

I got the wisdom of a barstool pastor

You keep your bull and I'll be out to pasture

I wish you well, I hope you're happy ever after

I'll be cripple creekin' reaping all that I sow

And I got dusty, cash, and porter on my radio.

I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on my horse

If two becomes too many, I'll just pour two more

I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on this horse

Ride into the sunset from my back porch.

I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on my horse

If two becomes too many, I'll just pour two more

I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on this horse

Ride into the sunset from my back porch

Yeah, yeah...