Rebel Cowboy's Anthem Lyrics — R.J. Sloane

Rebel Cowboy's Anthem is a hard-driving outlaw country anthem by R.J. Sloane for the man who's done explaining himself to anyone.

He spent the night in the mud saving a widow's calf. Walked in half covered in muck and the TV told him he's the problem. This is his answer. Boots in the dirt, chin up, Bible in one hand, and something to say.

VERSE 1

Spent the night on my knees in the mud
Widow neighbor's heifer — breech calf coming hard
Saved 'em both before the sun came up
Walked in half covered in thick muck
Still reaching for a thermos and a change of clothes
When the face on the TV says
Me and my kind are everything wrong in this world
Grabbed my coffee, growling low
Stormed outta the house
Screen door slamming hard

CHORUS

Cowboy church every Sunday rain or shine
Bible held tight in one calloused hand
God's word — sharpest blade I own
Not some slicked up heathen too far gone
Gun on my hip ready to defend my own
World tells me I ain't good, I'm what's wrong
Jut my chin in the air
Boots planted in the dirt
Just a rebel cowboy and you can go to—
[clears his throat]
Well

VERSE 2

Vet bill came due
Now deeper in the red
Mind still chewing
On what the talking head said
Caught a horn in the shoulder
Bruise burning like fire
Devil's twisting scripture
Shooting at my kind
Calling truth lies and lies right
Blood boiling, ready to defend
This life God called me to

CHORUS

Cowboy church every Sunday rain or shine
Bible held tight in one calloused hand
God's word — sharpest blade I own
Not some slicked up heathen too far gone
Gun on my hip ready to defend my own
World tells me I ain't good, I'm what's wrong
Jut my chin in the air
Boots planted in the dirt
Just a rebel cowboy and you can go to—
[clears his throat]
Well

BRIDGE

Wire slipped
Blood dripping down my hand
Reminds me of someone else's
Stand there shaking — still so mad
Then the sunset catches me
Shoulders drop
Sigh deep
Lift my eyes and just know
World's gonna hate me
As much as the first Rebel Cowboy

FINAL CHORUS

Cowboy church every Sunday rain or shine
Bible held tight in one calloused hand
God's word — sharpest blade I own
Not some slicked up heathen too far gone
Gun on my hip ready to defend my own
World tells me I ain't good, I'm what's wrong
Jut my chin in the air
Boots planted in the dirt
Just a rebel cowboy and...
That's just plain truth

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