Shoot The Bull

Shoot The Bull - Cody Johnson/Luke Combs

Lyrics by：Casey Brown/Drew Parker/Josh Phillips/Ray Fulcher

Produced by：Trent Willmon

Hey cowboy

You been throwing that rope playing them shows making Texas noise

Got country back on mainstream

Hey mountain man

You been gone singing them songs with your wild-card band

Selling out every seat

Let's slow down them highway wheels

Find a honky tonk to kill

Let's load up some silver bullets saddle up some old barstools

Set our sights on 2 AM and let the rowdy cut loose

Forget all of our problems take that corner quarter jukebox to school

Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull

Man tell me 'bout them gold-plated buckles and tattooed knuckles

Well buddy they're about first place and family

And while we're at it tell me 'bout moonshine running

And big deer hunting up in Appalachia

You'd have to see it to believe

Kinda makes me want a drink

Let's load up some silver bullets saddle up some old barstools

Set our sights on 2 AM and let the rowdy cut loose

Forget all of our problems take that corner quarter jukebox to school

Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull

How 'bout that Mossy Oak?

How 'bout that Resistol hat?

Them red white and blue boys and girls over there kicking ass?

Yeah come on raise a glass

Let's load up some silver bullets saddle up some old barstools

Set our sights on 2 AM and let the rowdy cut loose

Forget all of our problems take that corner quarter jukebox to school

Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull

Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull