I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
Hold 'em up
Here we go
All the hicks and chicks feel the flow
Big black train coming round the bend
Go on kin folk tell your mom and them
Chugg a lugga, chugg a lugga, chugg a lugga
Who? The big black neck commin' through to you boy you done fell and bumped you head, uh huh
That's what they said
People say it's impossible, not probable, too radical
But I already been on the CMA's
Hell Tim McGraw said he liked the change
That he likes the way my hick-hop sounds and the way the crowd screams when I stomp the ground
Now, big and black, clickty-clack and I make the train jump the track like that
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
From my deep decent deep into your ear
My voice is your choice that you wanted to hear
Southern boy makin' noise where the buffalo roam
Less denim an' bone that you might have known
See me ridin' into town like a desperado
With a big belt buckle
The cowboy bravado
All over the World Wide Web you'll see download CBT on that MP3
Speak clearly what I'm sayin' so you comprehend in the name of hick-hop radio tune in
Rollin' like thunder on to the scene
It's kinda hard to describe if you know what I mean
I never claimed to be the hardest of the brother's hard rock
But I'm booming out the box
Skills got you jumping out your socks
From Texas here I come movin' your body with the bass kick drum
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
Huh, yea, one time
Get you some of that
Cowboy Troy - Loco Motive Album Lyrics
Cowboy Troy - Loco Motive Lyrics
Writer: ANGIE N APARO, TROY ALVIN COLEMAN, JOHN D. RICH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Crick In My Neck
[Chorus]
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
[Repeat Chorus x3]
[Verse 1]
Well we enter the facility, the place is jumpin'
Everything is crowded, the music is bumpin'
We make a lap with drink in hand
Try to walk around but we're in demand
About then sweety went to the ladies room
And that's when the DJ played the boom
Boom, boom, bang-biggity-bang
I looked over my shoulder and I was like "Dang!"
A chick was dancin' on the bar so I double checked
Sweety came back, something wrong with your head?
I said...
[Repeat Chorus x4]
[Verse 2]
Like the fellas on the beach in the summertime
Checkin' out the girls walkin' up and down the coastline
Splashin' in the surf in their bikinis
Others tan on a blanket while they sip martinis
All winter long fellas did those crunches
'Cause girls are like bananas, man, they roll in bunches
Lookin' for fun but didn't keep it in check
What happened to you boy? I got a crick in my neck!
[Repeat Chorus x4]
[Bridge]
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
You're hanging on my words like a life preserver
My rhyme is your table and I'll be your server
Paid attention to the song like a record exec
Bobbed your head up and down and got a crick in your neck!
[Repeat Chorus x4]
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
[Repeat Chorus x3]
[Verse 1]
Well we enter the facility, the place is jumpin'
Everything is crowded, the music is bumpin'
We make a lap with drink in hand
Try to walk around but we're in demand
About then sweety went to the ladies room
And that's when the DJ played the boom
Boom, boom, bang-biggity-bang
I looked over my shoulder and I was like "Dang!"
A chick was dancin' on the bar so I double checked
Sweety came back, something wrong with your head?
I said...
[Repeat Chorus x4]
[Verse 2]
Like the fellas on the beach in the summertime
Checkin' out the girls walkin' up and down the coastline
Splashin' in the surf in their bikinis
Others tan on a blanket while they sip martinis
All winter long fellas did those crunches
'Cause girls are like bananas, man, they roll in bunches
Lookin' for fun but didn't keep it in check
What happened to you boy? I got a crick in my neck!
[Repeat Chorus x4]
[Bridge]
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck!
You're hanging on my words like a life preserver
My rhyme is your table and I'll be your server
Paid attention to the song like a record exec
Bobbed your head up and down and got a crick in your neck!
[Repeat Chorus x4]
Writer: JOHN D. RICH, COWBOY TROY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Aint Broke Yet
(feat. Big & Rich)
[Chorus - Big & Rich]
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Well, I'm three weeks late on my credit card payment
The lady on the phone said she wants to make arrangements
"Put a little down, Can you pay a little on it?"
My wallet's too flat, couldn't pay if I wanted
They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail
The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail
My pocket's on Slimfast, tank on empty
Used to have friends said they wanna stick with me
Dogs in my stomach, 'cause now I'm getting hungry
Really under pressure wanna talk to my mommy
People on the corner askin' me for change?!
Gotta find me a job with a higher pay range
I've gotta tough time trying to pay my bills
If I hit the jackpot, that'll cure my ills
My credit is a joke and the banks ain't lendin'
Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
[Chorus - Big & Rich (Cowboy Troy)]
Ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' (What what what?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
The dang landlord's knockin' on my front door
Said he wants the rent from two weeks before
I want to make a call, huh I can't use the phone
That was late too, couldn't get a dial tone
Got snow on my TV, no mo' cable
Gotta use my strats, keepin' food on my table
My car note overdue, the bank's talkin' repo
Gotta take my girl to the matinee show
I'm makin' sure she takes a purse big as a tent
Sneakin' in candy bars for 89 cents
I take her to the buffet later in the evenin'
All you can eat, gotta maximize your feedin'
Gotta tough time trying to pay my bills
If I hit the jackpot that'll cure my ills
My credit is a joke and the banks ain't lendin'
Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
[Chorus - Big & Rich (Cowboy Troy)]
Ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What am I?, What am I, What am I?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What what what?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Sho' nuff!)
[Tag - Cowboy Troy]
See we live in a world of false pretense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
My credit is a joke, the banks ain't lendin'
I ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
Livin' in a world of false pretense
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
My credit is a joke, the banks ain't lendin'
I ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
[Chorus - Big & Rich (Cowboy Troy) x2]
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What am I?, What am I, What am I?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What what what?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
[Chorus - Big & Rich]
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Well, I'm three weeks late on my credit card payment
The lady on the phone said she wants to make arrangements
"Put a little down, Can you pay a little on it?"
My wallet's too flat, couldn't pay if I wanted
They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail
The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail
My pocket's on Slimfast, tank on empty
Used to have friends said they wanna stick with me
Dogs in my stomach, 'cause now I'm getting hungry
Really under pressure wanna talk to my mommy
People on the corner askin' me for change?!
Gotta find me a job with a higher pay range
I've gotta tough time trying to pay my bills
If I hit the jackpot, that'll cure my ills
My credit is a joke and the banks ain't lendin'
Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
[Chorus - Big & Rich (Cowboy Troy)]
Ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' (What what what?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
The dang landlord's knockin' on my front door
Said he wants the rent from two weeks before
I want to make a call, huh I can't use the phone
That was late too, couldn't get a dial tone
Got snow on my TV, no mo' cable
Gotta use my strats, keepin' food on my table
My car note overdue, the bank's talkin' repo
Gotta take my girl to the matinee show
I'm makin' sure she takes a purse big as a tent
Sneakin' in candy bars for 89 cents
I take her to the buffet later in the evenin'
All you can eat, gotta maximize your feedin'
Gotta tough time trying to pay my bills
If I hit the jackpot that'll cure my ills
My credit is a joke and the banks ain't lendin'
Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
[Chorus - Big & Rich (Cowboy Troy)]
Ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What am I?, What am I, What am I?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What what what?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Sho' nuff!)
[Tag - Cowboy Troy]
See we live in a world of false pretense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
My credit is a joke, the banks ain't lendin'
I ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
Livin' in a world of false pretense
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
My credit is a joke, the banks ain't lendin'
I ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
[Chorus - Big & Rich (Cowboy Troy) x2]
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What am I?, What am I, What am I?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What what what?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
Writer: KENNY ALPHIN, TROY ALVIN COLEMAN, JOHN D. RICH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
If You Dont Wanna Love Me
(feat. Sarah Buxton)
[Chorus x 2 - Sarah Buxton]
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
A married couple with kids and a family pet
He takes for granted that it's all good, and things are set
But she feels no passion in the romance
It's been a year since they had their last slow dance
Even worse her husband treats her like an ornament
Every other week the kids have a tournament
A team meeting or somewhere they gotta be
But her heart's screamin', "Hey what about me?"
Unbeknownst, another hound is in the chicken coop
And he's makin' moves like a player to the hoop
She met him at the gym or was it at the grocery?
It doesn't matter 'cause you know where it's goin' B
'Cause last year, her mister got caught cheatin'
So she figures this is gonna make 'em even
He thought she'd wait like all the times before
Until he found the note she left for him hanging on the door
It read...
[Chorus x 2 - Sarah Buxton (Cowboy Troy)]
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will (I'll find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy (Sarah Buxton)]
She's sixteen, callin' home to her mama
Afraid to talk 'cause she scared of all the noise and drama
She's been gone for a week and a half
All she wants is something to eat and a nap
Cause she's a runaway (runaway, runaway)
Sleepin' under bridges and sleepin' in alleyways
Afraid to go the shelter so at night she prays
That hopefully she's gonna see some better days
Meanwhile Mom and Dad are really frantic
when they saw her clothes were gone
you know they really panicked
thoughts in their mind, "Did she run to the border?"
Or even worse "Will she be a case on Law and Order?"
The silence in her room screams of not feelin' wanted
Of not being good enough it almost seems haunted
All her pain soon will be known
When she leaves her Mom and Dad a message after the tone and says....
[Chorus x 2 - Sarah Buxton (Cowboy Troy)]
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will (I'll find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
[Sarah Buxton + Cowboy Troy]
If you really wanna know me
I guess you better show me
Is it real or is it phony?
Just love me or leave me alone
[Chorus until end - Sarah Buxton (Cowboy Troy)]
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will (I'll find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
[Chorus x 2 - Sarah Buxton]
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
A married couple with kids and a family pet
He takes for granted that it's all good, and things are set
But she feels no passion in the romance
It's been a year since they had their last slow dance
Even worse her husband treats her like an ornament
Every other week the kids have a tournament
A team meeting or somewhere they gotta be
But her heart's screamin', "Hey what about me?"
Unbeknownst, another hound is in the chicken coop
And he's makin' moves like a player to the hoop
She met him at the gym or was it at the grocery?
It doesn't matter 'cause you know where it's goin' B
'Cause last year, her mister got caught cheatin'
So she figures this is gonna make 'em even
He thought she'd wait like all the times before
Until he found the note she left for him hanging on the door
It read...
[Chorus x 2 - Sarah Buxton (Cowboy Troy)]
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will (I'll find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy (Sarah Buxton)]
She's sixteen, callin' home to her mama
Afraid to talk 'cause she scared of all the noise and drama
She's been gone for a week and a half
All she wants is something to eat and a nap
Cause she's a runaway (runaway, runaway)
Sleepin' under bridges and sleepin' in alleyways
Afraid to go the shelter so at night she prays
That hopefully she's gonna see some better days
Meanwhile Mom and Dad are really frantic
when they saw her clothes were gone
you know they really panicked
thoughts in their mind, "Did she run to the border?"
Or even worse "Will she be a case on Law and Order?"
The silence in her room screams of not feelin' wanted
Of not being good enough it almost seems haunted
All her pain soon will be known
When she leaves her Mom and Dad a message after the tone and says....
[Chorus x 2 - Sarah Buxton (Cowboy Troy)]
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will (I'll find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
[Sarah Buxton + Cowboy Troy]
If you really wanna know me
I guess you better show me
Is it real or is it phony?
Just love me or leave me alone
[Chorus until end - Sarah Buxton (Cowboy Troy)]
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will (I'll find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
Writer: TROY ALVIN COLEMAN, JOHN D. RICH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
My Last Yee Haw
[ Featuring Big & Rich ]
[Intro - Larry the Cable Guy]
Test two, test two three, test two niner five.
Hey, Git-R-Done! This is Larry the Cable Guy, by God!
I've never won a Grammy award, but Barbra Streisand
Took her top off one time and won a SAG award!
Ha ha! That's funny, I don't care who you are!
Hey, enjoy this song by Cowboy Troy, a good buddy of mine!
Git-R-Done! By God, Troy, GIT-R-DONE!
[Big & Rich]
YEE HAW!!!!! [chainsaw sounds]
[Tag - Cowboy Troy]
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
I gotta work tomorrow y'all
But tonight I'm gonna party
[Chorus - Big & Rich]
Like it's my last yee haw! Gonna let it hang out!
Like it's my last yee haw! Gonna scream and shout!
Like it's my last yee haw! Gonna burn down the town!
Like it's my last yee haw!!!!
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Better hurry up, don't waste your time
You know what to do when you hear my rhyme
You're bouncin' up and down like a kid on a seesaw
Steady groovin' word to your meemaw
Right now put 'em in the air
Wave side-to-side, scream "Aw yeah!"
Gotta work tomorrow y'all
But tonight I'm gonna party
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
Whatch'o name is? Now don't be scared
Get on the dancefloor, girl, ya heard?
Hands on your knees, arch that back
Shake that badonkadonk and make it clap
Aw now, here we go
Get on the dance floor and get low
Sweat drippin' all down your clothes
'Cause where it stops no one knows
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Tag]
[Repeat Chorus]
[Big & Rich]
Like it's my last yee haw!
Like it's my last yee haw!
Like it's my last yee haw!
Like it's my last yee haw!!!!
Writer: KENNY ALPHIN, TROY ALVIN COLEMAN, JOHN D. RICH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
El Tejano
[Verse 1]
Escuchen a la musica, the beat is groovin' ya
Groovin' with the record in secreto y la publica
It's the Cowboy with the fresh genre
The groove kinda smooth, make it wanna stick on ya
Comin' outta Dallas, puro eastside
Listen to this song as you're rollin' in your ride
Bumpin' up the street in your clean Impala
Suckers get mad, make 'em wanna holla
I'm the one who's preferred when you're makin' your selection
The verbal disinfectant just to guard against infection
I'm servin' everybody with a lyrical feast
I'm not John Travolta but I'm slicker than grease
On the floor that the janitor just quit moppin'
Maintain focus so there ain't no stoppin'
Stay unified everybody hick-hoppin'
And like whipped cream I'm gonna be chart toppin'
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas
[Verse 2]
Aw yeah, El Tejano no chavala
Esta cancion esta garantizada
The Texican is gonna flex again
Gonna put that rhyme in your chest again
Am I representin' (True that!!)
(Come on Troy, do that!!)
All up in your area, people sayin' (who dat?!)
Pongan atencion por este tipo de cancion
Y todas los ratones no tienen corazon
You try to say es imposible
Believe me for sheezy es incredible
No comprendes tu no entiendes
You try to understand it but you cannot defend this!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Latin Interlude]
[Repeat Chorus]
[Cowboy Troy]
Uh-huh, aw yeah!
Uh-huh, aw yeah!
Uh-huh, aw yeah!
Uh-huh, aw yeah!
Escuchen a la musica, the beat is groovin' ya
Groovin' with the record in secreto y la publica
It's the Cowboy with the fresh genre
The groove kinda smooth, make it wanna stick on ya
Comin' outta Dallas, puro eastside
Listen to this song as you're rollin' in your ride
Bumpin' up the street in your clean Impala
Suckers get mad, make 'em wanna holla
I'm the one who's preferred when you're makin' your selection
The verbal disinfectant just to guard against infection
I'm servin' everybody with a lyrical feast
I'm not John Travolta but I'm slicker than grease
On the floor that the janitor just quit moppin'
Maintain focus so there ain't no stoppin'
Stay unified everybody hick-hoppin'
And like whipped cream I'm gonna be chart toppin'
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas
[Verse 2]
Aw yeah, El Tejano no chavala
Esta cancion esta garantizada
The Texican is gonna flex again
Gonna put that rhyme in your chest again
Am I representin' (True that!!)
(Come on Troy, do that!!)
All up in your area, people sayin' (who dat?!)
Pongan atencion por este tipo de cancion
Y todas los ratones no tienen corazon
You try to say es imposible
Believe me for sheezy es incredible
No comprendes tu no entiendes
You try to understand it but you cannot defend this!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Latin Interlude]
[Repeat Chorus]
[Cowboy Troy]
Uh-huh, aw yeah!
Uh-huh, aw yeah!
Uh-huh, aw yeah!
Uh-huh, aw yeah!
Writer: TROY ALVIN COLEMAN, JOHN D. RICH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Somebodys Smilin On Me
(feat. Tim McGraw, Big Kenny)
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Like dust in the wind sand slips through your fingers
Similar to shattered dreams that still linger
Trying to succeed in whatever you do
But the failures of the past seem to laugh and mock you
I'm worse than a has been? 'Cause you say I never will be
I'm just tryin to excel so you feel me
'Cause boundaries are made to be broken
And I'm leavin' all the namesayers chokin'
On the dust that I'm kickin' up behind me
It's difficult findin' words to define me
The hick hop cowboy from the D-A-double L-A-S
So fresh in the contest
Rockin' stages like Guns and Roses
I been flowin' since Madonna was strikin poses
I can't quit now 'cause there's too much buzz
And I'm gettin my chance because...
[Chorus - Tim McGraw + Big Kenny]
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Count your blessings, can't you see?
He's smilin' on you - and smilin' on me
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
I remember the days sittin' in the pews
When I heard the preacher sayin', "Spread the news!"
I was feelin' the blues 'til I had a chance to choose
Now I feel the love to the soles of my shoes
Try to walk in a path of the guiding light
I thank the Lord for everything when I pray at night
'Cause I can feel His strength, I can feel His power
He's the one I turn to in my darkest hour
Try to be a good man, never called a saint
Never walked on water so I know I ain't
I might swim in the whiskey,
But I'm bathed in the blood of the Lamb
If you want peace raise your hand
And when Heaven comes, it won't be no drama
And if you see her first say "Hi" to my mama
[Chorus - Tim McGraw + Big Kenny until end]
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Count your blessings, can't you see?
He's smilin' on you - and smilin' on me
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Like dust in the wind sand slips through your fingers
Similar to shattered dreams that still linger
Trying to succeed in whatever you do
But the failures of the past seem to laugh and mock you
I'm worse than a has been? 'Cause you say I never will be
I'm just tryin to excel so you feel me
'Cause boundaries are made to be broken
And I'm leavin' all the namesayers chokin'
On the dust that I'm kickin' up behind me
It's difficult findin' words to define me
The hick hop cowboy from the D-A-double L-A-S
So fresh in the contest
Rockin' stages like Guns and Roses
I been flowin' since Madonna was strikin poses
I can't quit now 'cause there's too much buzz
And I'm gettin my chance because...
[Chorus - Tim McGraw + Big Kenny]
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Count your blessings, can't you see?
He's smilin' on you - and smilin' on me
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
I remember the days sittin' in the pews
When I heard the preacher sayin', "Spread the news!"
I was feelin' the blues 'til I had a chance to choose
Now I feel the love to the soles of my shoes
Try to walk in a path of the guiding light
I thank the Lord for everything when I pray at night
'Cause I can feel His strength, I can feel His power
He's the one I turn to in my darkest hour
Try to be a good man, never called a saint
Never walked on water so I know I ain't
I might swim in the whiskey,
But I'm bathed in the blood of the Lamb
If you want peace raise your hand
And when Heaven comes, it won't be no drama
And if you see her first say "Hi" to my mama
[Chorus - Tim McGraw + Big Kenny until end]
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Somebody's Smilin' On Me
Count your blessings, can't you see?
He's smilin' on you - and smilin' on me
Writer: TROY LEE III COLEMAN, BRAD WARREN, BRETT WARREN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Do Your Thang
(feat. Jill Kinsey)
[Jill Kinsey]
In a smoky room, I see you
And you're dancin' to a groovin' tune
Just mellow out, shake your mmmm
And do your thang, baby do your thang!
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
You gotta blonde, a redhead, a brunette
In the gym working up a sweat
One on the treadmill, one on the bike
One in kickboxing class all night
Doing their best to work it out
Tryin' to get a nice body and a nice "badow"
You love to hear words comin' out of their mouths
These girls are G.R.I.T.S. - Girls Raised In The South!
Gonna get cleaned up, meet at the spot
Each one is confident she's pretty hot
Hate to see them go but you love to watch them leave
Go on ladies just do your thang!
[Chorus]
Do your thang! Baby do your thang!
Do your thang! Baby do your thang!
Do your thang! Baby do your thang!
Do your thang! Baby do your thang!
[Jill Kinsey]
The witching hour and the club is packed
And we're doing it and we're doing it fast
The lights are bright, cocktails strong
Just do your thang, Baby do your thang
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
Man look at that face, silhouette body
Kickin' so hard you thought she knew karate
Send a thank you to her dad and mom
'Cause once she smiles boy you know it's on
You know she has nice etiquette
But she'll laugh even though she doesn't get it yet
You want to hear her say no one can do it better
Next she's callin' out the 15th letter
Better recognize, get woke to some act rights
She'll get to the point like stalagmites
Bouncin' in the club in the blacklight
Girl so fine bow down like a jack-knife
She ain't frontin' she ain't stuntin'
Swingin' for the fence boy, she ain't buntin'
She's educated but she's fluent in street slang
Go on girl, just do your thang!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus x2]
[Jill Kinsey]
In a smoky room, I see you
And you're dancin' to a groovin' tune
Just mellow out, shake your mmmm
And do your thang, baby do your thang!
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
You gotta blonde, a redhead, a brunette
In the gym working up a sweat
One on the treadmill, one on the bike
One in kickboxing class all night
Doing their best to work it out
Tryin' to get a nice body and a nice "badow"
You love to hear words comin' out of their mouths
These girls are G.R.I.T.S. - Girls Raised In The South!
Gonna get cleaned up, meet at the spot
Each one is confident she's pretty hot
Hate to see them go but you love to watch them leave
Go on ladies just do your thang!
[Chorus]
Do your thang! Baby do your thang!
Do your thang! Baby do your thang!
Do your thang! Baby do your thang!
Do your thang! Baby do your thang!
[Jill Kinsey]
The witching hour and the club is packed
And we're doing it and we're doing it fast
The lights are bright, cocktails strong
Just do your thang, Baby do your thang
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
Man look at that face, silhouette body
Kickin' so hard you thought she knew karate
Send a thank you to her dad and mom
'Cause once she smiles boy you know it's on
You know she has nice etiquette
But she'll laugh even though she doesn't get it yet
You want to hear her say no one can do it better
Next she's callin' out the 15th letter
Better recognize, get woke to some act rights
She'll get to the point like stalagmites
Bouncin' in the club in the blacklight
Girl so fine bow down like a jack-knife
She ain't frontin' she ain't stuntin'
Swingin' for the fence boy, she ain't buntin'
She's educated but she's fluent in street slang
Go on girl, just do your thang!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus x2]
Writer: COLEMAN, KINSEY, PHILLIPS
Copyright: Lyrics © DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Beast On The Mic
(feat. James Otto)
[Chorus - James Otto]
I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done 'stead of talkin' 'bout it
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Early in the mornin I'm up and I'm at 'em
Hopin' one day my album goes platinum
Rockin that mic so viciously, deliciously, not maliciously
When atmospheric pressure and vapor pressure converge
There's a party surge, so I must emerge
Get the people hyped and keep going nonstop
Knock the party off the meter when the bassline drops
[Repeat Chorus]
[Cowboy Troy - Japanese Tag]
Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju
Kuroi amerikajin yoru
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
The last of the brohicans is speakin'
The one that you turn to each and every weekend
Risin', peakin', while the bump is beatin'
Don't turn back, no retreatin'
You can see my vision, you can feel my force
Time to hit the trail boy, the mic is my horse
I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my English
Smile as you listen to the ruckus as I bring this
[Repeat Chorus]
[Cowboy Troy - Japanese Tag]
Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju
Kuroi amerikajin yoru
All day long, all day long
Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song
All day long, all day long
Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song
[Verse 3 - Cowboy Troy]
I'm comin' with the best and fresh from out west
Bus driver takin' you to school to pass the test
See I'm lyrically hypnotic, at times even psychotic
Erotic, bionic and it may leave you catatonic
[Repeat Chorus x 2]
[Chorus - James Otto]
I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done 'stead of talkin' 'bout it
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Early in the mornin I'm up and I'm at 'em
Hopin' one day my album goes platinum
Rockin that mic so viciously, deliciously, not maliciously
When atmospheric pressure and vapor pressure converge
There's a party surge, so I must emerge
Get the people hyped and keep going nonstop
Knock the party off the meter when the bassline drops
[Repeat Chorus]
[Cowboy Troy - Japanese Tag]
Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju
Kuroi amerikajin yoru
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
The last of the brohicans is speakin'
The one that you turn to each and every weekend
Risin', peakin', while the bump is beatin'
Don't turn back, no retreatin'
You can see my vision, you can feel my force
Time to hit the trail boy, the mic is my horse
I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my English
Smile as you listen to the ruckus as I bring this
[Repeat Chorus]
[Cowboy Troy - Japanese Tag]
Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju
Kuroi amerikajin yoru
All day long, all day long
Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song
All day long, all day long
Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song
[Verse 3 - Cowboy Troy]
I'm comin' with the best and fresh from out west
Bus driver takin' you to school to pass the test
See I'm lyrically hypnotic, at times even psychotic
Erotic, bionic and it may leave you catatonic
[Repeat Chorus x 2]
Writer: TROY COLEMAN, ADAM SHOENFELD
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Whoop Whoop
(feat. Jon Nicholson)
[Jon Nicholson]
Whoop! Whoop whoop!
There's just something 'bout your
[Chorus - Jon Nicholson]
Whoop whoop!
It makes me wanna whoop whoop!
I just can't help but whoop whoop!
There's just something 'bout your Whoop whoop!
Whoop whoop!
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Whoop whoop got me jumpin' through hoops
'Cause a day without your love girl, I can't recoup
Send chills down my spine every time we touch
You say come here I get in gear, like poppin' the clutch
That rush like you're rollin' down a hill
You said, "Be still, I got a chill!"
I said, "Okay girl, I will!"
With the sweat accumulating in a pool in your navel
I'm rockin' your body 'cause I'm willin' and able
Truth not fable, I make the bed sing like the movies on cable
Holdin' on tight sittin' tall in the saddle
Your heels inside just like spurrin' cattle
Hearts in rhythm, nibble on my ear please be my friend
Your hair is gettin' tangled 'cause I make your body tingle
By the hair of my chinny-chin chin, gotta get your
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
In the morning when I'm yawnin' I wake up
The sunrise in your eyes helps to heat me up
A kiss and a hug and and an "I love you"
A kiss back and a wink and "I love you too"
Two hearts, one soul walkin' on air
Livin' on love, livin' on a prayer
Lips so sweet like chocolate
I get a rush so strong I can't forget
Love is the breeze that fills my sails
I crave to breathe what you exhale
I'll cross the desert with life at its worst
All I need is your touch to quench my thirst
Think the same without saying a word
Your voice is the sweetest thing I've heard
Go on punkin' put this song on loop
I gotta tell you again baby, I gotta get your...
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus x 2]
[Jon Nicholson]
Whoop! Whoop whoop!
There's just something 'bout your
[Chorus - Jon Nicholson]
Whoop whoop!
It makes me wanna whoop whoop!
I just can't help but whoop whoop!
There's just something 'bout your Whoop whoop!
Whoop whoop!
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Whoop whoop got me jumpin' through hoops
'Cause a day without your love girl, I can't recoup
Send chills down my spine every time we touch
You say come here I get in gear, like poppin' the clutch
That rush like you're rollin' down a hill
You said, "Be still, I got a chill!"
I said, "Okay girl, I will!"
With the sweat accumulating in a pool in your navel
I'm rockin' your body 'cause I'm willin' and able
Truth not fable, I make the bed sing like the movies on cable
Holdin' on tight sittin' tall in the saddle
Your heels inside just like spurrin' cattle
Hearts in rhythm, nibble on my ear please be my friend
Your hair is gettin' tangled 'cause I make your body tingle
By the hair of my chinny-chin chin, gotta get your
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
In the morning when I'm yawnin' I wake up
The sunrise in your eyes helps to heat me up
A kiss and a hug and and an "I love you"
A kiss back and a wink and "I love you too"
Two hearts, one soul walkin' on air
Livin' on love, livin' on a prayer
Lips so sweet like chocolate
I get a rush so strong I can't forget
Love is the breeze that fills my sails
I crave to breathe what you exhale
I'll cross the desert with life at its worst
All I need is your touch to quench my thirst
Think the same without saying a word
Your voice is the sweetest thing I've heard
Go on punkin' put this song on loop
I gotta tell you again baby, I gotta get your...
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus x 2]
Writer: JOHN D. RICH, VICKY MCGEHEE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Automatic
(feat. ATOM)
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
She's sittin' at the bar, sippin?on a beverage
Try to use your platinum card to get leverage
It don't matter, she's got her own
She's got diamonds for buttons on her cellular phone
She's a cutie with a booty, a hottie with a body
Get her on the dance floor, gonna get naughty
Don't mean no harm, just a little fun
'Til it's time for breakfast and you see the sun
[ATOM]
Can't find the key to the door where her heart is
Can't find no magic word to say all the things I want to say
There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes!
[Chorus - ATOM]
She's automatic, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don't give her no static, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Automatic
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
The beat gets fast and you're cravin' more
Suddenly you make you way to the floor
It's a hick-hop beat boy your body is pumped
All the fine ladies just shakin' their butts
Step up to one then you ask her to dance
It appears to you she's in a trance
Take your time son play your position
'Cause that's the primary mission
[ATOM]
Can't find the key to the door where her heart is
Can't find no magic word to say all the things I want to say
There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus x 2]
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
She's sittin' at the bar, sippin?on a beverage
Try to use your platinum card to get leverage
It don't matter, she's got her own
She's got diamonds for buttons on her cellular phone
She's a cutie with a booty, a hottie with a body
Get her on the dance floor, gonna get naughty
Don't mean no harm, just a little fun
'Til it's time for breakfast and you see the sun
[ATOM]
Can't find the key to the door where her heart is
Can't find no magic word to say all the things I want to say
There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes!
[Chorus - ATOM]
She's automatic, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don't give her no static, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Automatic
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
The beat gets fast and you're cravin' more
Suddenly you make you way to the floor
It's a hick-hop beat boy your body is pumped
All the fine ladies just shakin' their butts
Step up to one then you ask her to dance
It appears to you she's in a trance
Take your time son play your position
'Cause that's the primary mission
[ATOM]
Can't find the key to the door where her heart is
Can't find no magic word to say all the things I want to say
There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus x 2]
Writer: TROY COLEMAN, JOHN D. RICH, ADAM SHOENFELD
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Wrap Around The World
[Chorus]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
To the hicks in Russia, zdrasvootya, kak dila, pazhalsta
Be careful 'cause I'm hot to ya, while I'm rockin' ya
And your mouth is hanging open saying, "Shto eta?!"
We've got the cowboy sound all across the seas
Bonjour to the French and the Portuguese
Konnichi wa to the Japanese
I'll even break it down for you in Mandarin Chinese
Yi-ar-san, san-ar-yi, nin hao, wo jiao xiansheng CBT, wo cong meiguo lai
Ji dian liu, wo dong jiankang ra huo che nimen fu yijian yuan jian shi
Cong yirjo so lai, wo dong bian, Beijing, Sichuan, Cian Gang, zai jian
Yi liu ping an!
[Chorus (Cowboy Troy)]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
Guten abent meine damen und herren
Is what you hear in Germany when speakers are blaring
Frankfurt, Berlin, Hamburg, und Koln
Rackin' up minutes callin' home on my cell phone
I can't wait to rock Tokyo, Nihonjin! Domo arigato!
Okinawa, Kyoto, Osaka, sounds like a job for the chief party rocker
I'm a lyrical black belt, so now you know
Some call it Tongue Fu, I call it Tae Kwon Flo!
Laissez les bon ton roulle
As I'm rockin' Paris and the Champs Elysses
[Chorus (Cowboy Troy)]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
[Interlude]
[Chorus (Cowboy Troy)]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world (C'mon c'mon!)
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along y'all, sing along!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
Hey everybody wrap around the world
Hey everybody wrap around the world
[Cowboy Troy]
Shake a hand instead of shakin' a fist
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
To the hicks in Russia, zdrasvootya, kak dila, pazhalsta
Be careful 'cause I'm hot to ya, while I'm rockin' ya
And your mouth is hanging open saying, "Shto eta?!"
We've got the cowboy sound all across the seas
Bonjour to the French and the Portuguese
Konnichi wa to the Japanese
I'll even break it down for you in Mandarin Chinese
Yi-ar-san, san-ar-yi, nin hao, wo jiao xiansheng CBT, wo cong meiguo lai
Ji dian liu, wo dong jiankang ra huo che nimen fu yijian yuan jian shi
Cong yirjo so lai, wo dong bian, Beijing, Sichuan, Cian Gang, zai jian
Yi liu ping an!
[Chorus (Cowboy Troy)]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
Guten abent meine damen und herren
Is what you hear in Germany when speakers are blaring
Frankfurt, Berlin, Hamburg, und Koln
Rackin' up minutes callin' home on my cell phone
I can't wait to rock Tokyo, Nihonjin! Domo arigato!
Okinawa, Kyoto, Osaka, sounds like a job for the chief party rocker
I'm a lyrical black belt, so now you know
Some call it Tongue Fu, I call it Tae Kwon Flo!
Laissez les bon ton roulle
As I'm rockin' Paris and the Champs Elysses
[Chorus (Cowboy Troy)]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
[Interlude]
[Chorus (Cowboy Troy)]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world (C'mon c'mon!)
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along y'all, sing along!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
Hey everybody wrap around the world
Hey everybody wrap around the world
[Cowboy Troy]
Shake a hand instead of shakin' a fist
Writer: TROY ALVIN COLEMAN, JOHN D. RICH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Loco Motive is an album by American country rapper Cowboy Troy. Released in 2005 as his first album for Warner Bros. Records, it features the single "I Play Chicken with the Train", which rose to 48 on the Hot Country Songs chart in 2005.
The other singles "If You Don't Wanna Love Me" and "My Last Yee Haw" were also released, although neither charted.
Performed By:
Cowboy TroyThe other singles "If You Don't Wanna Love Me" and "My Last Yee Haw" were also released, although neither charted.
Genre(s): Country rap
Producer(s): Cowboy Troy, John Rich, Paul Worley
Released: May 17th, 2005
Year: 2005