Me and junior, sunny and steve hangin' at the fillin' station And drinkin' cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation Telling lies 'bout the girls we knew perpetuating backseat legends Four years worth of near misses too numberous for me to mention
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown Watching grass grow as the sun goes down Cruising fridays nights at the dairy queen Driving 'round and 'round Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown
I got tired of sitting around chewing on the same old stories And I decided the girl next door wasn't enough to hold me I left town on the 4th of july and caught a glimpse in my rearview Mirror Of junior, steve, and sunny at the gas station Lookin' like a permanant fixture
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown Watching grass grow as the sun goes down Better be careful were you take a step, keep one eye on the ground Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown
Well I took a long gander at the high rise world And life on the big city streets It's folks talking on the corner and gabbing on the streets When I think about it all well I'd much rather be
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown Watching grass grow as the sun goes down While life goes by at a much slower pace Than the speed of sound Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown
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