Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I ride my John Deere bare-assed at dawn,
With Brody behind me, his jorts barely on.
He whistles Dixie while he grabs my hips,
And I melt like butter when he licks his lips.
His hat’s turned backwards, his beard’s trimmed tight,
We ain’t huntin’ deer — we’re bangin’ all night.
Forget them girls in them denim skirts,
I’d rather get down in some flannel and dirt.

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[Chorus]
Boots, boys, and Brody McCocken,
He got a sweet ass that’s always unlockin’.
My heart, my fly, my southern pride,
I’d ride that cowboy like a rodeo ride.
Ain’t no shame in this here game,
Rider Cummins is the name.
Country strong and gay as hell —
We two-steppin’ deep in that motel.

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[Verse 2]
I got a six-pack and a sack of lube,
We makin’ moonshine and sendin’ nudes.
He plays guitar while I stroke his neck,
Then he plucks my banjo with a throaty peck.
Y’all can judge, but I’ll still sing,
‘Bout Brody’s peach and his cowboy swing.
We skinny dip where the bullfrogs croon,
Then he rides me raw under that full moon.

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[Chorus]
Boots, boys, and Brody McCocken,
He got a sweet ass that’s always unlockin’.
My heart, my fly, my southern pride,
I’d ride that cowboy like a rodeo ride.
Ain’t no shame in this here game,
Rider Cummins is the name.
Country strong and gay as hell —
We two-steppin’ deep in that motel.

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[Verse 3]
At the hoedown, we hold hands bold,
He kissed me hard, said “Yeehaw, let’s go!”
We hit the haystack, pants came flyin’,
He said “You my bull,” and Lord, I’m tryin’.
He moaned like thunder, my boots came loose,
Then he hollered loud, “I love that caboose!”
Ain’t no pickup line can top his charm —
I’d take his ring and his whole damn arm.

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[Final Chorus]
Boots, boys, and Brody McCocken,
He got a sweet ass that’s always unlockin’.
My heart, my fly, my southern pride,
I’d ride that cowboy like a rodeo ride.
From cornfields down to the creek,
I’ll be tappin’ Brody every day of the week.
Country love, ain’t nothin’ finer —
Especially when he wears that assless Wrangler liner.