BossHoss, The - God Loves Cowboys Lyrics

God loves cowboys, believe it or not
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess with God

Hey, people, y'all gather round, oh yes we are talking to you
We wanna tell you a little story, 'bout the mother of all bands and the music you're listening to
We had hard times, no money, no luck but we kept on playing it cool

And we finally made it up to the top - we're high achievers, high believers
Hey, dear friends, you charmed our luck, we wanna thank you - so much
We wanna go on, keeping our fingers crossed now let me tell you something
We're the real BossHoss

We got our fans in the front and there ain't no doubt, they really rock the flock and they can be real loud
Hey, so cool! And if you don't mind, here's the golden rule

God loves cowboys, believe it or not
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess with God

We are, we are, we are
We're the glorious 7 wouldn't you agree
Hit you like pure electricity
We are, we are, we are
Victorious, notorious, proud and loud, so hear this out

God loves cowboys, believe it or not
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess with God

Time flies by while we pull the plow
So in the last 9 years, we pulled a lot of big crowd
Since Rodeo Radio blew you away in them good ol' days
We said quite a lot, still got a lot to say
So to those out there who thought we'd be already off, before we even walk out of a small-town country club
Hey sucker - we still got class, nearly 10 years at the top, kiss our ass

So-called managers: you little sharks in the pond - F-off, we don't need you no more
We're still movin' and groovin' and yet we've never lost, tell us what time it is: BossHoss o'clock

We got our troopers in the team and there ain't no doubt, they know a thing about being loud
So come on now: shout
Hey, you've been to school
Let's put it down now, here's the golden rule

God loves cowboys, believe it or not
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess with God