Ben Johnson — Ball Cap Cowboy

We were yes Sir Yes ma’am Skoal rings and farm tans Dirt on our boots Stringin’ barb wire callous hands We were daytime Straight line Lookin’ mama in the eye With a white lie Kept that wild side hidin’ for a mile Then we hit the gas We were half ton short bed Backroad bandits Jaw jackin’ beer drinking Good time havin’ Rifle in a gun rack Blastin’ Johnny Cash Just some good ol’ Down home Bass Pro turned back Ball cap cowboys We hit the cornfields The mud holes All them hideouts Where the cops couldn’t go No brain’s All guts Pushing our dumb luck Knew our names But damn they never caught us Half ton short bed Backroad bandits Jaw jackin’ beer drinking Good time havin’ Rifle in a gun rack Blastin’ Johnny Cash Just some good ol’ Down home Bass Pro turned back Ball cap cowboys Joey’s brother’s 21 We’d give him 20 bucks That’d get ya 24 back then The edge of town Rough and rowdy crowd The one all the girls wanna hang with Half ton short bed Backroad bandits Jaw jackin’ beer drinking Good time havin’ Rifle in a gun rack Blastin’ Johnny Cash Oh yeah we were the Half ton short bed Backroad bandits Jaw jackin’ beer drinking Good time havin’ Rifle in a gun rack Blastin’ Johnny Cash Just some good ol’ Down home Bass Pro turned back Ball cap cowboys We were the ball cap cowboys Yes, sir we were