[Intro] Docked up Spurs on chrome Helmet on the dash Crew calling me home (hey!) [Verse 1] Touchdown on an old dead star Cash in my loot, meet the gents at the bar Credits in a stack, cards in my hand Whole damn moon gonna know this brand Cowhide jacket, visor glow Steel-toed swagger in a neon rope She said “pilot, you think you tough?” I said “I rope comets when the nights get rough” [Chorus] Ranch hands on your booty (on your booty) Two-step in zero G, lil’ cutie (woah) Drinking in the cargo bay Smoky air drifting your way We the ranch crew, wild and unruly Laugh loud, tip big, talk crudely If you want that late-night movie Call the ranch hands on your booty (on your booty) [Verse 2] Big boy rollin’ with the hatch wide open Blunt in my lip, whole squad just smokin’ Poker on the crate, cheap brown in the cup Every time we land, somebody break up Chasing little heartbeats planet to planet Leave our names carved deep in the granite She ride shotgun, boots on the dash Then she leave with my credit stash (damn) [Chorus] Ranch hands on your booty (on your booty) Two-step in zero G, lil’ cutie Drinking in the cargo bay Smoky air drifting your way We the ranch crew, wild and unruly Laugh loud, tip big, talk crudely If you want that late-night movie Call the ranch hands on your booty [Bridge] [Banjo solo over chopped beat] Cowboys in the cockpit Outlaws in the bay If your girl like trouble We already on the way (hey!) She say she want a star-born man I say “girl, I’m the whole damn ranch” [Chorus] Ranch hands on your booty (on your booty) Slow grind in the starlight, lil’ cutie Bottle spin, who you gon’ choose? Either way, somebody gon’ lose We the ranch crew, loud and unruly Smoke thick, jokes raw, talk truly If you want that wild-night movie Call the ranch hands on your booty (yeah, on your booty)
