Lyrics Tim Montana – Cowboys On The Run

Jet black rollback Johnny Cash in a Cadillac Coupe Deville
Living out a backpack cranking up the half stack honey I’m paying bills
Long-haired tattooed backwoods attitude living like the heathens do
Right before showtime putting back the moonshine doing what we came to do

Living like cowboys on the run
Never stop chasing that setting sun
Riding like a renegade rodeo
Bucking like a bronco, a bronco, at the Wild West
Show me that you came to fly
Yeah, we’re going to party like we’re never gonna die
A bunch of rowdy redneck sons of guns
Living like cowboys, cowboys on the run

Jacked up packed up moving like a Mack truck Nashville bound to bust
Gonna hit your city like Kanye Twitty in a low ride long horn bus
If you don’t care like we don’t care then come on and rock with us
‘Cause we aim to please like old Fred bear on a big Boone & Crockett buck

Living like cowboys on the run
Never stop chasing that setting sun
Riding like a renegade rodeo
Bucking like a bronco, a bronco, at the Wild West
Show me that you came to fly
Yeah, we’re going to party like we’re never gonna die
A bunch of rowdy redneck sons of guns
Living like cowboys, cowboys on the run

I be in the backwoods chilling on a mountain high
Fish fry fresh slice of American pie
Too fly for the fakes too sly for the suckers
I roll with rednecks and big gas guzzlers
Mother fuckers can’t fade the rock
‘Cause my team’s supreme with 17 shot glocks

Living like cowboys on the run
Never stop chasing that setting sun
Riding like a renegade rodeo
Bucking like a bronco, a bronco, at the Wild West
Show me that you came to fly
Yeah, we’re going to party like we’re never gonna die
A bunch of rowdy redneck sons of guns
Living like cowboys, cowboys on the run

Cowboys on the run