Brooks & Dunn

Lyrics

• 1. Cowboy Town

  Dirt, Mud, and Dust
  Bibles and Beer
  Outlaws, Barb Wire, Saddles, and Steers
  Its a simple life, Oh its sacred ground.
  Hard times, High winds can't bring us down

  (chorus)
  In cowboy town, yeah cowboy town
  thats were I'm from
  Cowboy town

  We wear our boots to dinner
  Drive our trucks to church
  Solid as a rock
  Salt of the earth
  We like our whiskey strong
  Play our music loud
  Get things done by the sweat of our brow

  Here in cowboy town, yeah cowboy town
  That's were I'm from
  Cowboy town

  Winners, Losers, Sinners and Saints
  It's were a good man's word is money in the bank
  Bad boys, pretty girls is the name of the game
  When ya hit the ground, get up, shake off the pain
  That's a cowboy town

  Someday when I die and my soul is called home
  High on a white horse I'll ride up on it
  That golden chute will stand old St. Pete
  He'll tip his hat and welcome me

  To cowboy town, oh cowboy town
  Son come on in to cowboy town
  I'm gonna live and die
  In cowboy town

• 2. Proud Of The House We Built

• 3. Johnny Cash Junkie (Buck Owens Freak)

• 4. Cowgirls Don't Cry

• 5. Put A Girl In It

• 6. The Ballad Of Jerry Jeff Walker

• 7. Tequila

• 8. Drop In The Bucket

• 9. Drunk On Love

• 10. Chance Of A Lifetime

• 11. American Dreamer

• 12. God Must Be Busy

  That anchor man says they're fighting again
  Somewhere in the Middle East
  The world prays for peace
  There's a single mom, just got laid off
  Went and lost her job to some foreign hands
  In some faraway land
  Last night in Oklahoma
  Some twister took thirteen
  And they're praying that they find the missing three
  God must be busy

  That highway sign went from slow ahead
  To traffic's dead, thought it couldn't get worse
  Then that Amber alert
  They say she's 4, Colorado plates
  Heading out-of-state in a Chevy van
  It's hard to understand
  You can see it in the faces
  Of all those highway strangers
  They're praying that God keeps that girl from danger.
  God must be busy

  And I know in the big picture
  I'm just a speck of sand
  And God's got better things to do
  Than look out for one man
  I know He's heard my prayers
  'Cause He hears everything
  He just ain't answered back or He'd bring you back to me
  God must be busy.

  That evening news, ain't much changed
  Pretty much the same since I left home
  Yeah, that war's still on
  They found that little girl
  She was soaking wet, half scared to death
  On the side of some road
  Them prayers work ya know
  And the bloods and crips are at it,
  And there's a killer drought down south
  And old folks can't afford the drugs they can't live with out
  God must be busy.

  And I know in the big picture
  I'm just a speck of sand
  And God's got better things to do
  Than look out for one man
  I know He's heard my prayers
  'Cause He hears everything
  He just ain't answered back or He'd bring you back to me
  God must be busy.

  That anchorman says the fighting's worse,
  Cities burn in the Middle East
  The world prays for peace