Shootin' The Bull (In An Old Cowtown) - Sammy Kershaw

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 perpetuating 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

Cruising Fridays nights at the Dairy Queen

Driving 'round and 'round

Shootin' 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

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