Me and junior, sunny and steve hanginÂ’ at the fillinÂ’ station
And drinkinÂ’ cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation
Telling lies Â’bout the girls we knew perpetuating backseat legends
Four years worth of near misses too numberous for me to mention

ShootinÂ’ the bull in an old cowtown
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down
Cruising fridays nights at the dairy queen
Driving Â’round and Â’round
ShootinÂ’ the bull in an old cowtown

I got tired of sitting around chewing on the same old stories
And I decided the girl next door wasnÂ’t enough to hold me
I left town on the 4th of july and caught a glimpse in my rearview
Mirror
Of junior, steve, and sunny at the gas station
LookinÂ’ like a permanant fixture

ShootinÂ’ the bull in an old cowtown
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down
Better be careful were you take a step, keep one eye on the ground
ShootinÂ’ the bull in an old cowtown

Well I took a long gander at the high rise world
And life on the big city streets
ItÂ’s folks talking on the corner and gabbing on the streets
When I think about it all well IÂ’d much rather be

ShootinÂ’ the bull in an old cowtown
Watching grass grow as the sun goes down
While life goes by at a much slower pace
Than the speed of sound
ShootinÂ’ the bull in an old cowtown
ShootinÂ’ the bull in an old cowtown