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Dirt road scholar, ring around the collar
Hip don't need a pistol with a fist full of dollars
Holler if you see me, probably somewhere greasy
Far for Florida-orangey, less than Georgia-peachy
I'm true to my religion, ain't no store-bought shine
My pockets ain't bedazzled but I'm one of a kind
I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on my horse
If two becomes too many, I'll just pour two more
I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch, yeah, yeah
Look at all you rookies, filin' into Tootsies
Birkenstock rockin' while you boot scoot and boogie
Put me in the Ryman, call me Simple Simon
I'll be Patsy Clinin' while you're Corona limin'
I'm true to my religion, ain't no store-bought shine
My pockets ain't bedazzled but I'm one of a kind
I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on my horse
If two becomes too many, I'll just pour two more
I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch, yeah, yeah
I got the wisdom of a barstool pastor
You keep your bull and I'll be out to pasture
I wish you well, I hope you're happy ever after
I'll be Cripple Creekin', reaping all that I sow
And I got Dusty, Cash and Porter on my radio
I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on my horse
If two becomes too many, I'll just pour two more
I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch
I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on my horse
If two becomes too many, I'll just pour two more
I ain't a cowboy but I'm high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch, yeah, yeah
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