Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Loves Cowboys, artist - The BossHoss. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: English
God Loves Cowboys |
| 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) |