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I fall to pieces Each time I see you there And I miss all our secrets So tell me how you been Lucchese the boots, check You can hear when I step, step Bought a Chevy and painted it red Money long, it can't fit in the bed It don't matter what nobody says Country boy 'til the day that I'm dead (Yee-hoo) You want smoke, I'm the Marlboro man Cut it out 'fore it get outta hand, ayy This ain't Calabasas, we don't need highways We can take back roads (Take back roads) Never been ridin', baby? Step in thar stirrup Hop on my saddle (Hop on my saddle) Snake on my feet, they rattle (Ooh) And the bag, only thing gettin' lasso'd, yeah (Gettin' what?) And I'm still goin' up like a ladder (Uh) And I'm still in the field like cattle The Cadillac back on the road, we takin' route 44 Just say what you need from the store, oh, oh Put some grits on the stove Jiffy cornbread, booty cornfed SongtexteBody rolls at the rodeo I'm coming home, ooh Ridin' through just to put my eyes on you You are the superstar Everybody's drivin' old new cars Turn a bad night to a good time On a trail ride to the zydeco I'm coming home I'm coming home (I'm coming home, I'm coming home) I'm coming home (I'm coming home, I'm coming home) We've come a long way from the rough ride From the railroads to the rodeos, sweet country home This for my, this for my She gone Ride for your cowboy And throw that sweet honey on it So come (So come) with me (With me) To new life (Stick it, stick it, stick it) You're stuck (You're stuck) to me (To me) All night (Stick it, stick it, stick it) Put a flower inside (Flower inside) Stuck in me all night (Stuck in me all night) Honey (We're), hey (Ridin') Hey (Through the), ooh (Night) Honey (We're), yeah (Ridin') Yeah (Through the), taste like (Night) Honey (We're), hey (Ridin') Oh (Through the), taste like (Night) Honey (We're), ayy (Ridin') Ayy, think of my Buckin' (Yeah), buckin' (Yeah) Buckin' (Yeah), woah (Yeah) Buckin' (Yeah), buckin' (Yeah) Buckin' like a mechanical bull Buckin' (Yeah), buckin' (Yeah) Buckin' (Yeah), woah (Yeah) Buckin' (Yeah), buckin' (Yeah) A good night (Yeah) flow, money is full (Yeah) Look at that horse, look at that horse Look at that horse (Look at that horse) Pretty as hell, au naturel Dinin' on farce (Dinin' on farce) Buckin', buckin' Woah, buckin' (Yeah) Buckin' (Buckin'), a good night Woah, yeah Your patience is thin (Uh-huh) Your hormones is right at the rim (Ow) You was just goin' in (Uh-huh) Fuck it, do it again (That's cool) A-O-T-Y, I ain't win (That's cool) I ain't stuntin' 'bout them Take that shit on the chin Come back and fuck up the pen (Yeah) Say the things that I know will offend (Huh, yeah) Wear that shit that I know start a trend (Uh) Take the Bugatti out for the spin (Ooh) Ain't no top, feel the wind on my skin Ooh, ooh, ooh, snakes on the den (Uh) They hissin', don't listen to them (That's cool) They bite every once and again (Uh-huh) But it gets stomped on when we Buckin' (Yeah), buckin' (Yeah) Buckin' (Yeah), woah (Yeah) Buckin' (Yeah), buckin' (Yeah) Buckin' like a mechanical bull Buckin' (Yeah), buckin' (Yeah) Buckin' (Yeah), woah (Yeah) Buckin' (Yeah), buckin' (Yeah) A good night flow where the money is full Look at that horse, look at that horse Look at that horse (Look at that horse) Pretty as hell, au naturel Dinin' on farce Uh, buckin' Woah, buckin' Buckin' (Mhm) They yankin' your chain (Yankin' your chain) Promisin' things that they can't (Things that they can't) You the man at the bank? (Bank) Is you is or you ain't? (Is you is or you ain't?) Hit the runway, I'm late (The runway, I'm late) Pop-pops got pictures to take (Take, take) It's in my DNA (Ayy) Look at my mama, it's a trait Say the things that I know will offend (Woo) Wear that shit that I know start a trend (Woo) Take the Bugatti out for the spin Ain't no top, feel the wind on my skin Ooh, ah Buckin', woah Buckin', buckin' Buckin' like a mechanical bull Aus Songtexte Mania