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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Doohickeys
The Doohickeys
Performer
John Hackett
John Hackett
Rhythm Guitar
Haley Elizabeth Brown
Haley Elizabeth Brown
Vocals
Hayley Orrantia
Hayley Orrantia
Background Vocals
Jack Hackett
Jack Hackett
Rhythm Guitar
Eugene Edwards
Eugene Edwards
Lead Guitar
Adam Arcos
Adam Arcos
Bass
Aubrey Richmond
Aubrey Richmond
Fiddle
Jordan Bush
Jordan Bush
Pedal Steel Guitar
Matt Tecu
Matt Tecu
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Hackett
John Hackett
Composer
Haley Elizabeth Brown
Haley Elizabeth Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Corne
Eric Corne
Producer

Lyrics

You think you’re cute
And you think you’re sweet
Hell any city boy can throw
Boots on his feet
You come on strong
And you talk real smooth
I like that for my whisky
But I don’t like you
I gave you an inch and you took all the slack
I said “hello,” now your hand’s on my back
Rein it in cowboy
Take a hint
Get a clue
I’m in this bar
But I ain’t into you
You better rein it in cowboy
Rein it in, rein it in
I ain’t spurring you on
But you chomp at the bit
Hold your horses bud
I didn’t give you consent
You lean in close
And smile real wide
I’ll fake a laugh
But I’m dying inside
I don’t wanna be rude, my mama taught me right
So read the room dude, I’m just being polite
Rein it in cowboy
Take a hint
Get a clue
I’m in this bar
But I ain’t into you
You better rein it in cowboy
Thanks but no thanks
You better leave me alone
I can buy my own drink
You can mosey on home
 
Rein it in cowboy
Take a hint
Get a clue
I’m in this bar
But I ain’t into you
You better rein it in cowboy
Yeah rein it in cowboy
Yeah rein it in cowboy
Written by: Haley Elizabeth Brown, John Hackett
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