Cowshit in the Morning

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 bitch and ride my country ass

She hated that Cowshit 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 Cowshit in the Morning
Than put up with her bullshit 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
Now 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 Cowshit in the Morning
Folgers in an ole tin can (old 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 Cowshit in the Morning
Than put up with her bullshit every night

She loved my two tone flatbed
The black cowboy hat on my head
But she wasn't cut out for all that

Cowshit in the Morning
Folgers in an ole tin can (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 Cowshit in the Morning
Than put up with her bullshit every night