Giddy Up Cowboy

It was one of them Friday nights

When nothin’ would do but a smokey room

Sippin’ Tennessee to unwind

You walked on by in your ripped Levi’s

And you looked pretty good for bad news

I know your type, ain't my first time

The dust don’t settle on your boots

You’d break my heart if I let you

Giddy Up, Cowboy

Get on outta town boy

I don’t mess around with guys like you

You lasso and you leave ‘em

Never give a reason

Imma be the one to cut you loose

So pick your boots up off the ground

Don't let the door hit you on the way out

Giddy up cowboy

Well there must’ve been somethin’ in the air

Coz I was three drinks in when we got talkin’

And you leaned back on your chair

That look in your eyes got me thinkin’ twice

You nearly had me right there

But your wandering eyes they proved me right

Little red dress callin’ your name

And you were back to your old games

Giddy Up, Cowboy

Get on outta town boy

I don’t mess around with guys like you

You lasso and you leave ‘em

Never give a reason

Imma be the one to cut you loose

So pick your boots up off the ground

Don't let the door hit you on the way out

Giddy up cowboy

Giddy up, giddy up

Giddy up, giddy up (cowboy)

Giddy up, giddy up (oh yeah)

Giddy up, giddy up (hey)

Giddy Up, Cowboy

Get on outta town boy

I don’t mess around with guys like you

You lasso and you leave ‘em

Never give a reason

Imma be the one to cut you loose (cuttin' you lose)

So pick your boots up off the ground

Don't let the door hit you on the way out

Giddy up cowboy (cowboy)

Giddy up, giddy up

Giddy up cowboy

Giddy up, giddy up

Giddy up, giddy up

Giddy up cowboy

Cowboy

Giddy up, giddy up

Giddy up, giddy up