Carhartt Cowboy

City boys in Carhartt
Thinkin' they look tough
Wearing Bass Pro hats
Thinkin' that's enough
They strut around the town
With mullets in the breeze
But when the work gets heavy
They drop to their knees

Everyone wears carhartt
Til' it's time to do carhartt shit
Talking big with their boots on
But they don't really fit
When work calls their name
They're nowhere to be found
Fake cowboys in the city
Not built for this ground

They pose beside the tractors
Never touched a plow
Talking like they own the land
But they don't know how
The calluses and sunburns
They don't understand
It's more than just the outfit
It's working with your hands

Everyone wears carhartt
Til' it's time to do carhartt shit
Talking big with their boots on
But they don't really fit
When work calls their name
They're nowhere to be found
Fake cowboys in the city
Not built for this ground

They can't ride the rodeo
Can't mend a broken fence
Can't wake up at sunrise
To make a bit of sense
The cattle and the horses
Need more than just a look
It's sweat and dirt and hard work
Not something from a book

They might fool the people
Who've never seen the land
But out here in the country
We know a real man
So keep your bass pro hats
Your mullets and your show
Cause when the work gets tough
That's when a cowboy knows

Everyone wears carhartt
Til' it's time to do carhartt shit
Talking big with their boots on
But they don't really fit
When work calls their name
They're nowhere to be found
Fake cowboys in the city
Not built for this ground

So here's to the real ones
Who work from dawn till night
With dirt under their nails
And eyes that shine so bright
You can wear what you want
But it won't make you legit
Just cause you wear carhartt
Don't make you the shit

So here's to the real ones
Who work from dawn till night
With dirt under their nails
And eyes that shine so bright
You can wear what you want
But it won't make you legit
Just cause you wear carhartt
Don't make you the shit

Everyone wears carhartt
Til' it's time to do carhartt shit
Talking big with their boots on
But they don't really fit
When work calls their name
They're nowhere to be found
Fake cowboys in the city
Not built for this ground



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Bradford
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