Lyrics

“The Cunningham Boys”

(Verse 1)
There’s Luke Cunningham, strumming all night,
Grew up on a farm, but he’s a city light.
He’s got Filmore playin’ on the radio loud,
Dancin’ and singin’, he’s the talk of the crowd.

The ladies chase him, he’s a natural flirt,
But he’s got pepper spray tucked in his shirt.
He says, “Sorry girls, can’t catch me today,”
Luke’s got his tunes and he’s dancing away.

(Chorus)
The Cunningham boys, wild and free,
Three brothers livin’ life as it’s meant to be.
They play cowboys and Indians, hide and seek,
Snake huntin’ adventures, every day of the week.

(Verse 2)
Now there’s Jack, the manager, leader of the crew,
He’s got 40 people, knows just what to do.
He’ll take a short story and stretch it wide,
With hands and eyebrows, he’ll take you for a ride.

Born to be the boss, yeah, he’s got the knack,
But don’t ask him to hurry, he’s always off track.
He’ll keep talkin’, he’ll never be done,
And that’s just how Jack’s idea of fun.

(Chorus)
The Cunningham boys, always in sync,
Three brothers with a special link.
From cowboys and Indians to snake huntin’ ground,
They’re the wildest brothers you’ll ever have found.

(Verse 3)
And then there’s Sam, the quiet one there,
Speaks in riddles, grunts fill the air.
He doesn’t say much, but when he does it’s deep,
You’ll be scratching your head before you sleep.

He makes sure Jack licks all the candles bright,
Keeps ‘em grounded, keeps it just right.
He might not talk, but he’s got a plan,
Sam’s the mystery in this brotherly clan.

(Chorus - Final)
The Cunningham boys, through thick and thin,
Three wild brothers with a bond that’s kin.
From cowboys and Indians to snake huntin’ bold,
Their story’s still writin’, their hearts made of gold.

(Outro)
They’re farm boys at heart, but they’ve got their own style,
Three brothers who’ll always go the extra mile.
The Cunningham trio, wild and free,
The best damn brothers that’ll ever be.