Shootin` The Bull (In An Old Cowtown) — текст песни (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