God loves cowboys, believe it or not -
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess with God

Hey, people, y'all gather round, oh yes we are talking to you
We wanna tell you a little story, 'bout the mother of all bands and the music you're listening to
We had hard times, no money, no luck but we kept on playing it cool

And we finally madie it up to the top - we're high achievers, high believers
Hey, dear friends, you charmed our luck, we wanna thank you - so much!
We wanna go on, keeping our fingers crossed now let me tell you something:
We're the real BossHoss

We got our fans in the front and there ain't no doubt, they really rock the flock and they can be real loud!
Hey, so cool! And if you don't mind, here's the golden rule:

God loves cowboys, believe it or not -
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess with God

WE ARE, WE ARE, WE ARE -
We're the glorious 7 wouldn't you agree
Hit you like pure electricity
WE ARE, WE ARE, WE ARE -
Victorious, notorious, proud and loud, so hear this out:

God loves cowboys, believe it or not -
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess with God

Time flies by while we pull the plow
So in the last 9 years, we pulled a lot of big crowd
Since Rodeo Radio blew you away in them good ol' days
We said quite a lot, still got a lot to say
So to those out there who thought we'd be already off, before we even walk out of a small-town country club
HEy sucker - we still got class, nearly 10 years at the top, kiss our ass!

So-called managers: you little sharks in the pond - F-off, we don't need you no more
We're stll movin' and groovinÄ and yet we've never lost, tell us what time it is: BossHoss o'clock!

We got our Troopers in the team and there ain't no doubt, they know a thing about being loud -
So come on now: shout!
Hey, you've been to school -
Let's put it down now, here's the golden rule:

God loves cowboys, believe it or not -
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess with God