[Intro - spoken, over twangy guitar and a distant electronic hum] Well... I can rebuild a carburetor. I can shoe a horse. I can frame a goddamn house in the rain. But these newfangled... Lectric boxes on peoples desks? No fuckin thanks, bro [Guitar kicks in] [Verse 1] I got dirt underneath my fingernails, Grease on my jeans, I can fix a busted water line With a wrench and a dream. I can make a tractor run When the fuckin thing won't crank, But some computer says, "Clear your cookies" Well, I don't know what that means, And frankly, I cant bring myself to give a damn! [Chorus] **kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS!** Give me a rope and my peace maker instead! **kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS!** These damn things are fucking with my head! I can ride a horse, I can wrestle a steer, But I can't make Suno Work when Chrome's acting weird! **kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS!** Put that fuckin box back in its hole! [Verse 2] I deleted every cookie, I erased my history, I sacrificed my browsing data To the gods of technology. I turned off all the bullshit, I clicked what they told me to, Then that fucking thing Looked me dead in the eye and said **"Fuck you, dude."** So I opened up Incognito, And well what do ya know? The damn thing started working Like it owed me money, bro! [Chorus] **kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS!** Give me a hammer, give me a nail! **kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS!** I'd rather fix a fucking tractor broke down in hell! I can build a roof, I can hang a door, But one Chrome extension And now I'm back at war! **kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS!** [spoken] Somebody shoot this piece of shit [Bridge - half-time, outlaw western] They said: Check your settings I said: I never changed the fucking settings? They said: Clear your cash I said: "I ALREADY CLEARED THE FUCKING CASH!" They said: Try Incognito Now why the fuck did that work?! [Silence] [Spoken, disgusted] Fuckin computers, bro [Drums explode back in] [Verse 3] I've got a busted pickup, I've got a busted knee, I've got a toolbox full of answers To every problem I can see. But these fuckin computers.... Don't use sockets, bolts or screws, They just throw some bullshit error And expect me to know what to do! [Final Chorus] (kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS!) We were born to ride, not troubleshoot! (kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS!) Give me a goddamn wrench and a pair of boots! Let the city boys have their Windows, The nerds can take their Chrome, Give me my pickup and my dog And leave the damn kom-pyoo-ders alone! kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS! (HEY!) kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS! (HELL NO!) kom-pyoo-ders AIN'T FOR COWBOYS! [Outro - galloping drums, screaming guitar] Is it working yet? (yeah) What did you change? (Not a goddamn thing!) What was wrong with it then? (I dont know) Who fixed it?! (Nobody) [Cowboy yell] YEEEEEEEEEE-HAWWWWWW! [Twanging guitar sting] [computer notification sound] [Spoken, exhausted] Goddamn computers, bro [DOUBLE CLICK sound] Fuck it. I'm going fishing
