[Instrumental Intro] [A dusty whip crack kicks it off, then a distorted chicken-pickin' guitar riff stomps in. Banjo stabs, bass walks like it’s drunk, drums tumble into a gallop.] [A whinny FX echoes into the verse.] [Verse 1] I saw you struttin’ up the county line Smelled your cologne from a mile behind You said “Howdy,” I said “Please don’t speak” Even my boots tried to walk off my feet You slicked your hair like a backroom preacher But you're faker than a rodeo feature I could say somethin’ meaner… But my horse don’t like you neither [Pre-Chorus] You talk big, but you ain’t no wrangler Just a barstool cowboy, heartbreak mangler [Chorus] So ride on out, don’t test my tether Ain’t just me — we both know better You're banned from the barn and the whole damn feeder 'Cause my horse don’t like you neither [Instrumental Break] [A furious banjo solo trades off with a surf-slapped slide guitar.] [Drums stomp like hooves in a stampede.] [The bass slaps in a western swing groove then dives right back into punk mode.] [Verse 2] You wore snakeskin like you earned those boots But your spurs ain’t sharp, and your morals loose You winked at Daisy, she puked in her glass Even the jukebox skipped your sorry ass You tried to flex like a rodeo leader But my saddle knows a bottom-feeder And my horse? He’s a people reader — He don’t like you neither [Pre-Chorus] You kiss up like a bootlick preacher But get thrown off just like a leecher [Chorus] So ride on out, don’t test my tether Ain’t just me — we both know better You're banned from the barn and the whole damn feeder 'Cause my horse don’t like you neither [Pre-Bridge Instrumental] [A rusted snare clatters into a stuttering half-time beat. The banjo picks a sour, mocking melody while the slide guitar growls with reverb-drenched bends. A horse neigh echoes through a flanger effect. The bass kicks in with a galloping thump, slowly speeding up, building tension. Suddenly, a whip crack and a stomping boot rhythm trigger a chaotic punk breakdown — snarling guitar tremolos duel with rapid banjo strums, until it all cuts to silence… just a windchime ringing and a low snort.] [Bridge] He reared up once, he reared up twice Snorted your scent and rolled his eyes Spat hay in your face, turned tail in a huff You think you’re bad — but you ain’t that tough [Interlude After Bridge] [A lonesome harmonica tries to play a sad tune — instantly interrupted by an angry horse neigh, banjo going full breakdown, and the return of that stomping riff. Crowd hoots, boot stomps, someone yells] “Git!” [Final Chorus x2] So ride on out, don’t test my tether Ain’t just me — we both know better You’re banned from the barn and the whole damn feeder 'Cause my horse don’t like you neither You’re not welcome here, not now, not ever We cut the rope, unhitched the lever Tell the dust, “That fool won’t be sweeter” 'Cause my horse don’t like you neither [Outro] [Slide guitar squeals into a galloping fade-out.] [A distant] “YEEHAW!” [echoes.] [Horse snorts.] [Mic drops in hay.]
