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Published 11 days ago in Country, in album: Backroad Diaries
Cowboy Outta Place
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This song is a humorous culture-clash story about a country soul chasing a big-city dream, only to realize it was never home to begin with. Through playful exaggeration and sharp contrast, it celebrates self-knowledge, simplicity, and the pull of roots that always call you back.
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(Strophe)
Rolled outta Texas with a dusty old grin.
Boots on the dash, country heat on my skin.
Thought I'd hit New York, try livin' that Dream.
Big lights, big talk, whole different scene.
Cab driver yellin', "Move your ass, bro!".
I'm standin' there thinkin', damn, where do I go?
Billboards flashin' like a TikTok glitch.
Already miss home, but I ain't no bitch.
(Refrain)
Back to the ranch, back to the land.
Back to the dirt where I make my stand.
Back to the boots, back to the Breeze.
Back to the life that puts me at ease.
Back to the backroads, hell yeah, I'm free.
Back to the simple that's right for me.
Back to the ranch, back to the land,.
Back to the life that knows who I am.
(Strophe)
Subway's smellin' like a fryer on fire.
Some dude preachin' loud 'bout the world's gonna expire.
Lost my hat once, fuckin' wind took it flyin'.
City folks laughed-yeah, I ain't even tryin'.
Grabbed a slice downtown, cost me half my pay.
Some influencer blocked me just to vlog her day.
I'm from dirt roads, not this glitter-lit haze.
But I'll ride it out, see how long I stay.
(Refrain)
Back to the ranch, back to the land.
Back to the dirt where I make my stand.
Back to the boots, back to the Breeze.
Back to the life that puts me at ease.
Back to the backroads, hell yeah, I'm free.
Back to the simple that's right for me.
Back to the ranch, back to the land,.
Back to the life that knows who I am.
(Strophe)
Got jumped by a scammer with a fake Rolex.
Told him "Back off, man, I'm from the wild west".
Times Square felt like Grand Theft Auto on crack.
Whole damn city tryna push you off track.
I Facetimed home, saw my porch at sunset.
Felt that peace hit harder than a Marlboro vet.
Packed my bags quick-no dramatic goodbye.
Texas calls louder than the New York sky.
(Refrain)
Back to the ranch, back to the land.
Back to the dirt where I make my stand.
Back to the boots, back to the Breeze.
Back to the life that puts me at ease.
Back to the backroads, hell yeah, I'm free.
Back to the simple that's right for me.
Back to the ranch, back to the land.
Back to the life that knows who I am.
Rolled outta Texas with a dusty old grin.
Boots on the dash, country heat on my skin.
Thought I'd hit New York, try livin' that Dream.
Big lights, big talk, whole different scene.
Cab driver yellin', "Move your ass, bro!".
I'm standin' there thinkin', damn, where do I go?
Billboards flashin' like a TikTok glitch.
Already miss home, but I ain't no bitch.
(Refrain)
Back to the ranch, back to the land.
Back to the dirt where I make my stand.
Back to the boots, back to the Breeze.
Back to the life that puts me at ease.
Back to the backroads, hell yeah, I'm free.
Back to the simple that's right for me.
Back to the ranch, back to the land,.
Back to the life that knows who I am.
(Strophe)
Subway's smellin' like a fryer on fire.
Some dude preachin' loud 'bout the world's gonna expire.
Lost my hat once, fuckin' wind took it flyin'.
City folks laughed-yeah, I ain't even tryin'.
Grabbed a slice downtown, cost me half my pay.
Some influencer blocked me just to vlog her day.
I'm from dirt roads, not this glitter-lit haze.
But I'll ride it out, see how long I stay.
(Refrain)
Back to the ranch, back to the land.
Back to the dirt where I make my stand.
Back to the boots, back to the Breeze.
Back to the life that puts me at ease.
Back to the backroads, hell yeah, I'm free.
Back to the simple that's right for me.
Back to the ranch, back to the land,.
Back to the life that knows who I am.
(Strophe)
Got jumped by a scammer with a fake Rolex.
Told him "Back off, man, I'm from the wild west".
Times Square felt like Grand Theft Auto on crack.
Whole damn city tryna push you off track.
I Facetimed home, saw my porch at sunset.
Felt that peace hit harder than a Marlboro vet.
Packed my bags quick-no dramatic goodbye.
Texas calls louder than the New York sky.
(Refrain)
Back to the ranch, back to the land.
Back to the dirt where I make my stand.
Back to the boots, back to the Breeze.
Back to the life that puts me at ease.
Back to the backroads, hell yeah, I'm free.
Back to the simple that's right for me.
Back to the ranch, back to the land.
Back to the life that knows who I am.