God loves cowboys, believe it or not - 
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess this God. 

Hey, people, y'all gather round, oh yes we are talking to you,
We wanna tell you a little story, 'bout the mother
of all bands and the music you're listening to.
We had hard times, no money, no luck
but we kept on playing it cool.

And we finally made it up to the top -
we're high achievers, high believers
Hey, dear friends, you charmed our luck,
thank you - so much!
We wanna go on, keeping our fingers crossed
now let me tell you something:
We're the real BossHoss.

We got our fans in the front and there ain't no doubt,
they really rock the flock and can be real loud!
Hey, so cool! And if you don't mind, here's the [bad word] 

God loves cowboys, believe it or not - 
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess this God. 

WE ARE, WE ARE, WE ARE - 
we're the glorious 7 wouldn't you agree,
hit you like pure electricity
WE ARE, WE ARE, WE ARE - 
victorious, notorious, proud and loud, so hear this out:

God loves cowboys, believe it or not - 
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess this God. 

Time flies by while we pull the plow,
so in the last 9 years, we pulled a lot of big crowd.
Since Rodeo Radio blew you away in them good ol'days,
we said quite a lot, still got a lot to say.
So to those out there who thought we'd be already off,
before we even walk out of a small-town country club.
Hey sucker - we still got class, nearly 10 years at the 
top, now kiss our [bad word] 

So-called managers: you little sharks in the pond -
F-off, we don't need you no more.
We're still movin' and groovin' and yet we're never
lost, tell us what time it is: BossHoss o'clock!

We got our Troopers in the team and there ain't no doubt,
they know a thing about being loud - [bad word] on now: shout!
Hey, you've been to school - 
let's put it down now, here's the [bad word] 

God loves cowboys, believe it or not - 
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess this God.