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Cowshit In The Morning Lyrics by Munsick Ian
Munsick Ian Lyrics
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 b**ch
And ride my country ass
She hated that cowsh*t 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 cowsh*t in the morning
Than put up with her bullsh*t 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
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 cowsh*t 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 cowsh*t in the morning
Than put up with her bullsh*t every night
She loved my two tone flatbed
The black cowboy hat on my head
But she wasn't cut out for all that
Cowsh*t 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 cowsh*t in the morning
Than put up with her bullsh*t every night
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