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God loves cowboys, believe it or not so if you mess with BossHoss, you mess with God. Hey, people, y'all gather round, oh yes we are talking to you, We wanna tell you 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 playing on 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, keeping our fingers crossed now let me tell you something: We're the real BossHoss. We got out 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 Songtextewe're the glorious 7 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 9 years, we pulled a lot of bog crowd. Since Rodeo Radio blew you away in them good ol' days, we said quite a lot, still got a lot to say. So to those out there who thought we'd be already off, before we even walk out a small-town country club. Hwy sucker we still got class, nearly 10 years at the top, now kiss our ass! So-called managers: you little sharks in the pond 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 out Troopers in the team and there ain't no doubt, they know a thing about 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. (Dank an Juli für den Text) Aus Songtexte Mania