Lyrics

Hook:
Cowboys and cowgirls don’t live in Brooklyn or Long Island,
Too many sirens and city folks wildin’,
Ain’t no room for a horse when the streets keep pilin’,
Cowboys and cowgirls don’t live in Brooklyn or Long Island.

Verse 1:
Tried to lasso a cab, it sped off with a glare,
Ain’t no tumbleweeds rollin’, just trash in the air.
The boots ain’t clinkin’ on concrete so cold,
Got a bull in the alley, but it’s just a towed Ford.

Pre-Chorus:
Spurs don’t jingle when you’re on the subway line,
Rodeos get broken up, called a “block party” sign.
Neighbors don’t holler, they just curse and scream,
Even a cowboy dream turns to a city scheme.

Hook:
Cowboys and cowgirls don’t live in Brooklyn or Long Island,
Too many sirens and city folks wildin’,
Ain’t no room for a horse when the streets keep pilin’,
Cowboys and cowgirls don’t live in Brooklyn or Long Island.

Verse 2:
Ten-gallon hat? Nah, it’s snapbacks and shades,
Talk ‘bout the ranch? Just bodegas and J’s.
Country line dance? Here it’s all pop and lock,
Try to ride a bronc, but it’s just a food truck block.

Pre-Chorus:
Cowhide vests get swapped for puffers and gold,
Can’t rope a steer when it’s rush hour bold.
Saddles don’t sit on yellow cabs, my friend,
And “Howdy, partner” sounds like a new trend.

Hook:
Cowboys and cowgirls don’t live in Brooklyn or Long Island,
Too many sirens and city folks wildin’,
Ain’t no room for a horse when the streets keep pilin’,
Cowboys and cowgirls don’t live in Brooklyn or Long Island.