Evening tolled a southern bell
Six hundred horses ran to hell
from concrete caskets and shopping malls
Horses heed a summer’s call
The cowboys under which they ran
made love to Coca Cola cans
They made love to American dreams
Spray tans, cocaine, and ice cream
Everyone loves a southern man
although he hails from northern lands
They love cologne and styling gel
Desired by every southern belle
Cowboys yearn for burning south
They gloat from their disgusting mouths
Power over every man
then make love to Coca Cola cans
From asphalt halls and grimy gates
Horses gallop to sunny states
Cowboy goes to shooting range
Fires his gun, resisting change