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Sammy Kershaw

Shootin' The Bull (In An Old Cowtown)

 

Shootin' The Bull (In An Old Cowtown)

(album: Labor Of Love - 1997)


Me and Junior, Sunny and Steve hanging at the filling station
And drinking 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

Shooting 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
Shooting 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
Looking like a permanant fixture

Shooting 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
Shooting 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

Shooting 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
Shooting the bull in an old cowtown
Shooting the bull in an old cowtown

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