Lyrics

Take your boots off by the fire
your mudding days are done
and set your gloves down on the dryer
that last bale been slung
and turn the lights out in the barn
and close that big door down tight
and give momma one tender kiss
and tell her its gonna be all right

call them bankers in the morning
and tell them its the end
maybe they'll be understanding
hey, ain't they family friends?
but you find out you ain't got no friends
and all them bankers you knew so well
well, they ain't your friend
when you're forced to sell

your cowboy life is dying
ain't no way an independent can compete
when that big money barn
moves across the street

so take your boots off by the fire
your mudding days are done
and set your gloves down on the dryer
that last bale's been slung
and turn the lights out in the barn
and close that big door down tight
and give momma one tender kiss
and tell her its gonna be all right