*R Cowboys Don't Take Buckles From Girls 99BPM

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[Pre Chorus]
On deck in the alley, her time was drawing near,
Then a fellow rode up on Buttercup—I nearly dropped my beer!

[Chorus]
Well, I’ll be damned, something ain’t right,
There just might be a scuffle tonight.
Sorry, bucko, this ain’t your race,
You don’t get to take a cowgirl’s place.
If there’s any honor left in this world,
Cowboys don’t take buckles from girls.

[Verse 2]
My daughter made her ride, and she finished strong,
I couldn’t stop smiling—she’d waited all year long.
My wife was next in line, preparing for her run,
She looked at me and said, tonight might be the one.

[Pre Chorus]
She settled Sophie down and said a little prayer,
Then I saw Buttercup and Bucko were still standing there.

[Short Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Now here’s some ranching truth you oughta hear:
When they’re no longer hanging, you’re called a steer.
So climb on Buttercup and be on your way,
And let all the cowgirls have their day.

[Refrain]
Well, I’ll be damned, something ain’t right,
There just might be a scuffle tonight.

[Character Reveal | different male character voice slightly robotic]
“Hold your horses, no need to sweat,
Don’t do anything you’re gonna regret.
I’m just a rodeo clown wearing a wig,
This is just for fun—it’s my weekend gig.
Not here to enter a cowgirls race,
Sure not gonna take a cowgirl’s place.”

[Outro | original lead male vocal returns, proud and warm]
Then we shook hands and both had a beer.
Promised we would both be back next year.
My girls’ buckles shined as they both stood tall,
They wore them bold, and I was proudest of all.
If there’s any honor left in this world,
Cowboys don’t take buckles from girls!!!!

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[Verse 1] The rodeo is in full swing, not an open seat in sight, Three barrels rolled out, under the arena lights. My wife is riding Sophie, gonna have some fun. My daughter’s warming Riley, getting set for her run. [Pre Chorus] On deck in the alley, her time was drawing near, Then a fellow rode up on Buttercup—I nearly dropped my beer! [Chorus] Well, I’ll be damned, something ain’t right, There just might be a scuffle tonight. Sorry, bucko, this ain’t your race, You don’t get to take a cowgirl’s place. If there’s any honor left in this world, Cowboys don’t take buckles from girls. [Verse 2] My daughter made her ride, and she finished strong, I couldn’t stop smiling—she’d waited all year long. My wife was next in line, preparing for her run, She looked at me and said, tonight might be the one. [Pre Chorus] She settled Sophie down and said a little prayer, Then I saw Buttercup and Bucko were still standing there. [Chorus] Well, I’ll be damned, something ain’t right, There just might be a scuffle tonight. Sorry, bucko, this ain’t your race, You don’t get to take a cowgirl’s place. If there’s any honor left in this world, Cowboys don’t take buckles from girls. [Short Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Now here’s some ranching truth you oughta hear: When they’re no longer hanging, you’re called a steer. So climb on Buttercup and be on your way, And let all the cowgirls have their day. [Refrain] Well, I’ll be damned, something ain’t right, There just might be a scuffle tonight. [Character Reveal | different male character voice slightly robotic] “Hold your horses, no need to sweat, Don’t do anything you’re gonna regret. I’m just a rodeo clown wearing a wig, This is just for fun—it’s my weekend gig. Not here to enter a cowgirls race, Sure not gonna take a cowgirl’s place.” [Outro | original lead male vocal returns, proud and warm] Then we shook hands and both had a beer. Promised we would both be back next year. My girls’ buckles shined as they both stood tall, They wore them bold, and I was proudest of all. If there’s any honor left in this world, Cowboys don’t take buckles from girls!!!!

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