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 Cowshit in the Morning Folgers in an ole 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 Cowshit in the Morning Than put up with her bullshit every night I said adios to her and the horse that she rode in on When I say horse I mean that trust fund SUV Now 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 Cowshit in the Morning Folgers in an ole tin can (old 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 Cowshit in the Morning Than put up with her bullshit every night She loved my two tone flatbed The black cowboy hat on my head But she wasn't cut out for all that Cowshit in the Morning Folgers in an ole tin can (ole 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 Cowshit in the Morning Than put up with her bullshit every night