I was tendin' to my cattle on a summer day
When I saw her ridin' fence across the way
She was pushin' cows back with perfect style
And I knew right then I'd stay there for a while

I could feel his eyes watchin' from afar
Thought his methods needed work, weren't up to par
So I hollered "Hey, that ain't how it's done!"
Little did I know our story had begun

Your ranch, my ranch
Two hearts beatin' time
Your ranch, my ranch
Now yours and mine
Your ranch, my ranch
Somehow they fit just fine

Said my cattle drive was movin' way too slow
She came over just to help and steal the show
But her smile lit up that dusty cattle trail
And my heart forgot about who'd ever fail

Thought his tractor needed serious repair
Brought my tools over, caught him in a stare
Started fixin' things that weren't even broke
Just to hear another silly country joke

Your ranch, my ranch
Two hearts beatin' time
Your ranch, my ranch
Now yours and mine
Your ranch, my ranch
Somehow they fit just fine

All those days of competition
Were just excuses, don't you see
Didn't need a better method
Just needed you right next to me

Now we work together every single day
Sharing coffee at the sunrise (That's okay)
Teaching you to rope was my best excuse
Learning from you set my heart loose
All those fences between us came down
When love turned rivals to best friends in town

Your ranch, my ranch
Now it's our ranch
Your ranch, my ranch
Forever our ranch

Your ranch, my ranch

BENDING ELBOWS WITH THE BOYS

Truck bed's still warm from the long day's heat,
Now the parking lot's packed to the end of the Street.
Meet me down at the Maverick Saloon,
Where the jukebox skips on that ‘Jerry Jeff ‘ tune.

Neon flickers like a lonesome chord,
Jimmy's already pourin' what we can't afford!
Boots scrape hardwood as I tip my hat,
That brunette over yonder keeps smile'in right back.
Ain't no shrink got a cure like this -
Barstool gospel and a whiskey kiss.

Yeah we're bending elbows with the boys,
Steel guitars and long neck popp'in noise.
Eight-ball corner pocket - money shot sound, 
Drownin' the pain in this holy ground. 
From ‘Folsom Prison’ to barstool noise, 
God bless these bending elbows with the boys!
Oh YEAH!  

That loan officer blonde's giving looks this way,  
But that crazy line dance's got us locked in place. 
Somebody's a trading next week's paycheck,  
Someone else is stumbling from a whiskey neck.  

Ain't no answers in this amber light,
Just three chords make the world go right.
Every sinner's just a backbeat,
And grace tastes better when it's this darn cheap.

So raise 'em high bending elbows with the boys,
Saints and sinners singin' noise!  
Let the good Lord sort tomorrow out,
Tonight we're sacred and we're loud!
From whiskey neat to bar room noise,
Amen to bending elbows with the boys!

Boots on the rail as the lights come up,
Somebody's butchering ‘Friends in Low Places’ rough.
Textin' wives "On my way",
But everybody knows...

That jukebox's playing our song again...
Ahhh, hell. Let's stay!

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