To be fair I should've told you
Running from the money is what I do
I don't believe in wealth and excess
And I have had debt the size of Texas
But I, I didn't follow my dreams
To dump my money in your slot machine
And you can take that to the bank
Tell the bank man the devil said thanks
You know you can't get a drink in this town
Without Sunday morning comin' down
And cashing in on the costume
Yeah, get 'em while they last
The NRA can kiss my country ass
Just because you got a little dust under your boots
Doesn't mean you walked a country mile
You never hopped a train
And your back roads are going outta style
Listen to the radio and sing along
You're not saying anything
Well you never laid a railroad tie
Or watched a lonesome cowboy die
Or listened to the bells of freedom ring
And now that you're just spittin' in the wind
It's time for you to let them cowgirls in
You got your ten gallon hat
Yeah, your chewing cigars and you're smoking the fat
Tattoos of naked ladies
You played the same video games in the 80's
I hope your vintage guitar
Will take you where the wild things are
I hope you find your true voice again
And the ghost of who you are
And then they're gonna call you an outlaw
Live fast and die young
Those songs have already been sung by better men
Just because you got a little dust under your boots
Doesn't mean you walked a country mile
You never hopped a train
And your back roads are going outta style
Listen to the radio and sing along
You're not saying anything
Well you never laid a railroad tie
Or watched a lonesome cowboy die
Or listened to the bells of freedom ring
And now that you're just spittin' in the wind
It's time for you to let them cowgirls in
Now that you're just pissin' in the wind
It's time for you to let them cowgirls in
Now that you're just spittin' in the wind
It's time for you to let them cowgirls in
Running from the money is what I do
I don't believe in wealth and excess
And I have had debt the size of Texas
But I, I didn't follow my dreams
To dump my money in your slot machine
And you can take that to the bank
Tell the bank man the devil said thanks
You know you can't get a drink in this town
Without Sunday morning comin' down
And cashing in on the costume
Yeah, get 'em while they last
The NRA can kiss my country ass
Just because you got a little dust under your boots
Doesn't mean you walked a country mile
You never hopped a train
And your back roads are going outta style
Listen to the radio and sing along
You're not saying anything
Well you never laid a railroad tie
Or watched a lonesome cowboy die
Or listened to the bells of freedom ring
And now that you're just spittin' in the wind
It's time for you to let them cowgirls in
You got your ten gallon hat
Yeah, your chewing cigars and you're smoking the fat
Tattoos of naked ladies
You played the same video games in the 80's
I hope your vintage guitar
Will take you where the wild things are
I hope you find your true voice again
And the ghost of who you are
And then they're gonna call you an outlaw
Live fast and die young
Those songs have already been sung by better men
Just because you got a little dust under your boots
Doesn't mean you walked a country mile
You never hopped a train
And your back roads are going outta style
Listen to the radio and sing along
You're not saying anything
Well you never laid a railroad tie
Or watched a lonesome cowboy die
Or listened to the bells of freedom ring
And now that you're just spittin' in the wind
It's time for you to let them cowgirls in
Now that you're just pissin' in the wind
It's time for you to let them cowgirls in
Now that you're just spittin' in the wind
It's time for you to let them cowgirls in
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Da una delle più brave cantanti country, un attacco frontale al sessismo, alle posizioni in favori delle armi, al maschilismo di molti esponenti della musica country. La NRA mi può baciare il culo!
Basta con i falsi cowboy che se la tirano per un po' di polvere sotto gli stivali ma non anno mai camminato e non sono mai saltati su un treno come cantano nelle loro canzoni. È tempo di lasciare spazio alle cowgirls, come le Highwomen.