God Loves Cowboys - The BossHoss

Hey, people, y’all gather 'round,

oh yes we’re talking to you,

We wanna tell y’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 play’n 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 keepin' the 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 seven

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 nine years we pulled

a lot of big crowd.

Since «Rodeo Radio» blew you in

'em good old days,

we said quite a lot, still got a lot to say.

So to those out there

wo thougt we be already off,

before we even walk out

of a small town country club.

Hey sucker, we still got class

nearly ten years at the top

so kiss our ass!

So called managers,

you little sharks in the pound

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 now a thing 'bout 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)

We are, we are, we are,

we’re the glorious seven

would’nt 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)

We are, we are, we are,

we’re the glorious seven

would’nt you agree,

hit you like pure electricity.

We are, we are, we are,

victorious, notorious,

proud and loud,

so hear this out:

We are, we are, we are,

we’re the glorious seven

would’nt 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)

(So if you mess with BossHoss)

(you mess with God)