Me and Junior, Sonny and Steve hangin' at the fillin' station And drinkin' Cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation Telling lies bout the girls we knew perpetuating backseat legends Fours years worth of near misses too numerous for me to mention Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown Watching gra** grow as the sun goes down Cruising Friday nights at the Dairy Queen Driving 'round and 'round Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown I got tired of sitting around chewing on the same old stories And I decided the girl next door wasn't enough to hold me I left town on the 4th of July and caught a glimpse in my rearview mirror Of Junior, Steve, and Sonny at the gas station Looking like a permanent fixture Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown Watching gra** grow as the sun goes down Better be careful where you take a step, keep one eye on the ground They're shootin' the bull in an old cowtown Well, I took a long gander at the high rise world And life on the big city streets It's folks talking on the corner, and gabbing on the steps When I think about it all, well I'd much rather be Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown Watching gra** grow as the sun goes down While life goes by at a much slower pace Than the speed of sound Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown