| Song | Shootin' The Bull (In An Old Cowtown) |
| Artist | Sammy Kershaw |
| Album | Labor Of Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Criswell, White | |
| (monty criswell/michael white) | |
| Me and junior, sunny and steve hangin' at the fillin' station | |
| And drinkin' cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation | |
| Telling lies 'bout the girls we knew perpetuating backseat legends | |
| Four years worth of near misses too numberous for me to mention | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
| Cruising fridays nights at the dairy queen | |
| Driving 'round and 'round | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| I got tired of sitting around chewing on the same old stories | |
| And i decided the girl next door wasn't enough to hold me | |
| I left town on the 4th of july and caught a glimpse in my rearview | |
| Mirror | |
| Of junior, steve, and sunny at the gas station | |
| Lookin' like a permanant fixture | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
| Better be careful were you take a step, keep one eye on the ground | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Well i took a long gander at the high rise world | |
| And life on the big city streets | |
| It's folks talking on the corner and gabbing on the streets | |
| When i think about it all well i'd much rather be | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
| While life goes by at a much slower pace | |
| Than the speed of sound | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown |
| zuo ci : Criswell, White | |
| monty criswell michael white | |
| Me and junior, sunny and steve hangin' at the fillin' station | |
| And drinkin' cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation | |
| Telling lies ' bout the girls we knew perpetuating backseat legends | |
| Four years worth of near misses too numberous for me to mention | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
| Cruising fridays nights at the dairy queen | |
| Driving ' round and ' round | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| I got tired of sitting around chewing on the same old stories | |
| And i decided the girl next door wasn' t enough to hold me | |
| I left town on the 4th of july and caught a glimpse in my rearview | |
| Mirror | |
| Of junior, steve, and sunny at the gas station | |
| Lookin' like a permanant fixture | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
| Better be careful were you take a step, keep one eye on the ground | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Well i took a long gander at the high rise world | |
| And life on the big city streets | |
| It' s folks talking on the corner and gabbing on the streets | |
| When i think about it all well i' d much rather be | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
| While life goes by at a much slower pace | |
| Than the speed of sound | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown |
| zuò cí : Criswell, White | |
| monty criswell michael white | |
| Me and junior, sunny and steve hangin' at the fillin' station | |
| And drinkin' cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation | |
| Telling lies ' bout the girls we knew perpetuating backseat legends | |
| Four years worth of near misses too numberous for me to mention | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
| Cruising fridays nights at the dairy queen | |
| Driving ' round and ' round | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| I got tired of sitting around chewing on the same old stories | |
| And i decided the girl next door wasn' t enough to hold me | |
| I left town on the 4th of july and caught a glimpse in my rearview | |
| Mirror | |
| Of junior, steve, and sunny at the gas station | |
| Lookin' like a permanant fixture | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
| Better be careful were you take a step, keep one eye on the ground | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Well i took a long gander at the high rise world | |
| And life on the big city streets | |
| It' s folks talking on the corner and gabbing on the streets | |
| When i think about it all well i' d much rather be | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Watching grass grow as the sun goes down | |
| While life goes by at a much slower pace | |
| Than the speed of sound | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown | |
| Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown |