Cowshit in the Morning

She was a smoke show, east coast girl from the upper class

Her money grew on trees that were planted in her daddy's grass

I brought her out here to the promised land

West of the river, north of the sand

All she ever did was bitch and ride my country ass

She hated that cow shit in the mornin'

Folgers in an ol' tin can

Boots on a honky tonk floor

And she couldn't stand that Coors Light in my hand

When she kicked my Border Collie

That's when she crossed the line

I'd rather smell cow shit in the mornin'

Than put up with her bullshit every night

(Ah)

I said adios to her and the horse that she rode in on

When I say horse, I mean that trust fund SUV

Nah, the range ain't no place for a Range Rover

And she got colder than an old Blue Norther

Told me it was here or her, so I flipped her the bird

She hated that cow shit in the mornin'

Folgers in an ol' tin can (Ol' tin can)

Boots on a honky tonk floor

And she couldn't stand that Coors Light in my hand

When she kicked my Border Collie

That's when she crossed the line

I'd rather smell cow shit in the mornin'

Than put up with her bullshit every night

(Ah)

(Ah)

She loved my two-tone flatbed

The black cowboy hat on my head

But she wasn't cut out for all that

Cow shit in the mornin'

Folgers in an ol' tin can (Ol' tin can)

Boots on a honky tonk floor

And she couldn't stand that Coors Light in my hand

When she kicked my Border Collie

That's when she crossed the line

I'd rather smell cow shit in the mornin'

Than put up with her bullshit every night

(Ah)

(Ah)