Red dirt rising,
Dust in your eye.
Thunder on the mountain
Fire in the sky.
It's time for the Bullet
Leave it all on the field.
Nobody left standing,
but the Cowboy will.
Pistols firing another one bites the dust
Blood and tears all over the ground.
It's time to cowboy up.
Stillwater runs deeper.
work is never done
you've put in the hard work
now it's time for some fun.
Pulling out the big guns
steady and true,
who will be the next one.
it just might be you.
Pistols firing
another one bites the dust
Blood and tears all over the ground.
It's time to cowboy up.
[Thanks to Matt Watkins for lyrics]
Dust in your eye.
Thunder on the mountain
Fire in the sky.
It's time for the Bullet
Leave it all on the field.
Nobody left standing,
but the Cowboy will.
Pistols firing another one bites the dust
Blood and tears all over the ground.
It's time to cowboy up.
Stillwater runs deeper.
work is never done
you've put in the hard work
now it's time for some fun.
Pulling out the big guns
steady and true,
who will be the next one.
it just might be you.
Pistols firing
another one bites the dust
Blood and tears all over the ground.
It's time to cowboy up.
[Thanks to Matt Watkins for lyrics]