A smoked story

Lyrics

[INTRO]
Well, gather 'round, folks, let me spin you a tale,
About a cowboy out yonder, he's different, not frail.
While others sip whiskey and ride ‘til the dawn,
He's rollin' up doobies while they all hit the prawn.

[VERSE 1]
Now there’s Billy the Braggart, thinkin’ he's tough,
With a bottle in hand, shoutin’, "Ain’t this enough?"
But here comes our hero, in boots made of green,
With a smile and a laugh, he's the chillest you've seen.

[CHORUS]
He ain't shootin’ back bourbon, he’s puffin’ the grass,
While the cowboys get rowdy, he's takin’ it fast.
With a joint in the pocket, he don’t need the booze,
Just givin' them side-eye, laughin' at their blues.

[VERSE 2]
Now Dusty and Daryl, they’re ready to fight,
Booze-fueled shenanigans, what a silly sight.
But our cowboy, he giggles, just lights up and shines,
“Why waste all this time on your whiskey and wines?”

[CHORUS]
He ain't shootin’ back bourbon, he’s puffin’ the grass,
While the cowboys get rowdy, he's takin’ it fast.
With a joint in the pocket, he don’t need the booze,
Just givin' them side-eye, laughin' at their blues.

[BRIDGE]
Oh, they call him a hippie, a long-haired disgrace,
But that sunburned fella's got his own kind of grace.
While they're punchin' and kickin', he’s just rollin’ around,
In a field full of daisies, where the good vibes abound.

[VERSE 3]
So raise up your glasses, if you wanna be mean,
But our cowboy's out dancin’ on a different scene.
With a heart full of kindness and a head full of dreams,
He brings laughter to the rodeo and joy to the beams.

[CHORUS]
He ain't shootin’ back bourbon, he’s puffin’ the grass,
While the cowboys get rowdy, he's takin’ it fast.
With a joint in the pocket, he