Cut the Bull - Cody Tyler

Lookin at Nashville sends a chill down my spine
Wannabe's runnin' 'round in sparkly jeans that shine
Won't you just cut the bull
Won't ya just cut the bull
Won't ya cut the bullshit and move it on down the line

Down on Broadway used to be a nice time
Now Luke's sellin' that sushi and high dollar wine
Won't ya stay off of Broadway
Just steer clear of Broadway
Steer your ass off of Broadway, head over to the Ryman

Just cut to the chase, man, if you please
That's just twangy pop, boy, don't you agree?
Let me hear that pedal steel like it's goin' outta style
And I'll pick this here guitar, make them girls go wild

The boys play for nothin' out standin' in line
Cover bands stacked higher than a Georgia pine
Won't you just cut the bull
Won't you just cut the bull
Won't ya cut the bull, to each their own but give me mine

Maybe I'll shuffle on down to Music Row
Loser's got them lights buzzin' with the neon glow
Why don't you pour me some whiskey
Just a little ol' shot of that Jim Beam
Slide that whiskey down here, I'll pay my tab and shoot the crow

Just cut the bull
Won't you just cut the bull
Just steer right off of  Broadway
Steer your ass off of Broadway
Slide that whiskey down here, I'll pay my tab and shoot the crow