'Here's a song about every cowboy's real first love

[Oeditpus Rex]

"It's not his horse, it's not his girl, and it's not his pick-up truck. Where have I heard that before? I sing this song a little different everywhere I go. This is the way them old boys down in Texas like to hear it."

I was born and raised way out west
But the thing I love 'bout livin' here best
It ain't the mountains, the valleys, the hats or the boots
It's havin' plenty of guns and somethin' to shoot

We got shotguns and six-guns, we got a shitload of guns
Shootin varmints and critters is a shitload of fun
I don't care 'bout the money, I don't care 'bout the loot
Give me Jack Daniel's whiskey and somethin' to shoot

Now there's a whole herd of elk right there in a line
But it's a pain in the ass to shoot 'em one at a time
And I'm way below quota; I've had a bad day
Boy, what I wouldn't give for just one hand grenade

I don't care about the future, I don't care about the past
As long as I've got some creatures to blast
We got deer, we got elk, we got ol' owls that hoot
And when I've killed 'em all, there'll be Yankees to shoot

Don'cha tailgate me son, get off my back
I got a 30-ought-six right here in the rack
And this ain't New Jersey — we don't honk, we don't yell
And if you touch that bumper I'll blow you to hell

Everybody sing along with me now!

I was born and raised way out west
And the thing like 'bout livin' here best
It ain't the mountains, the valleys, the hats or the boots
It's havin' plenty of guns and somethin' to shoot
It's havin' plenty of guns and somethin' to shoot



—Chris Wall