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 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, keeping our 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 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 big 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 of a small-town country club.
Hey sucker we still got class
Nearly 10 years at the top, kiss our ass!
So-called managers
You little sharks in the pond
F off, we don't need you no more.
We're stll 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 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