"Shoot The Bull" lyrics - CODY JOHNSON

[Vers 1: Cody Johnson]
Hey, cowboy
You been throwing that rope, playing them shows, making Texas noise
Got country back on mainstream
Hey, mountain man
You been gone singing them songs with your wild-card band
Selling out every seat
Let's slow down them highway wheels
Find a honky tonk to kill

[Chorus: Luke Combs]
Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools
Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose
Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull

[Verse 2: Luke Combs, Cody Johnson & Both]
Man, tell me 'bout them gold-plated buckles and tattooed knuckles
Well, buddy they're about first place and family
And while we're at it, tell me 'bout moonshine running
And big deer hunting up in Appalachia
You'd have to see it to believe
Kinda makes me want a drink

[Chorus: Luke Combs]
Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools
Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose
Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull

[Bridge: Cody Johnson, Luke Combs & Both]
How 'bout that Mossy Oak?
How 'bout that Resistol hat?
Them red, white, and blue boys and girls over there kicking ass?
Yeah, come on, raise a glass

[Chorus: Luke Combs]
Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools
Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose
Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull