Your dad got you a Mustang
And I don′t mean a horse
You think a hard day in the sun is
18 on the course
You bought pearl snaps and a Stetson
After watching Yellowstone
But your collar can't be blue
If it smells like rich cologne
If someone′s gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh you say you want a shootout
But you've got a wooden gun
Rolled out of your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumbleweed
Tags tucked into your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy baby
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The only dust on your boots
Is the stardust you spill
You blow through family money
With rolled up dollar bills
Think you′re so Wild West
'Cause you′re a fan of Eastwood
That's like only knowing Landslide
And saying you love Fleetwood
If someone′s gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh you say you want a shootout
But you've got a wooden gun
Rolled out of your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumbleweed
Tags tucked into your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy baby
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Would fall for your bad actin'
Your silver tongue can't cover up
That corny fake ass accent
If someone′s gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh you say you want a shootout
But you've got a wooden gun
Rolled out of your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumbleweed
Tags tucked into your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy baby, ooh ooh
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You trust fund cowboy baby
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Oh you no good knockoff
Trust fund cowboy baby