[Intro - spoken, petty-flirt sting] You’re kinda pretty… for a pretend cowboy. [Verse 1 - petty playful] You strut like a bull in a county fair, But I bet you’ve never mucked a stall out there. Your jeans are tight but your story is looser, And that “rodeo” pic was from a damn computer. You drop your g’s and you sip cheap rye, But a real ranch hand don’t moisturize. [Chorus - All Show, No Saddle] You’re all truck, no gravel road, All twang with a TV glow, You wear that hat like a stage prop battle - Boy you’re all show, no saddle. All shine, no working hands, All boots with a city brand, You play that part like you’re herding cattle - Baby you’re all show, and sure as hell, no saddle. Yeah-ha-yeah yeah-ee-yeah-ee yeah-ee yeah! [Verse 2 - mixed roast] You order lattes with a cowboy drawl, Posting “hashtag ranchlife” from a strip-mall wall. Practice your pickup lines, drivin’ in the city, But even your mirror’s rolling eyes at the pity. You tilt that hat like you’re wrangling fame, But a filter can’t teach you to rope a thing. Oh-oh oh-oh woah! [Bridge - final nail] So you keep playin’ dress-up for the barroom crowd, Tip your hat and talk real loud. But if you want this heart, you’ll have to ride for real Not just act like you know how it feels. [Final Chorus - All Show, No Saddle] You’re all truck, no gravel road, All twang with a TV glow, You wear that hat like a stage prop battle - Boy you’re all show, no saddle. All shine, no working hands, All boots with a city brand, You play that part like you’re herding cattle - Baby you’re all show, and sure as hell, no saddle. Yeah-ha-yeah yeah-ee-yeah-ee yeah-ee yeah! [Outro - spoken, petty sting] Boy, you’re all show, no saddle!
