(Monty Criswell - Mitchel White)

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 perpetuatin' 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
Cruisin' Fridays nights at the Dairy Queen, drivin' round and round
Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown.

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I got tired of sittin' 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...