"Here's a song about every cowboy's real first love. It's not his horse, it's not his girl, and it's not his pick-up truck. Where have I heard that before? I sing this song a little different everywhere I go. This is the way them old boys down in Texas like to hear it."      I was born and raised way out west   But the thing I love 'bout livin' here best   It ain't the mountains, the valleys, the hats, or the boots   It's havin' plenty of guns and something to shoot      We got shotguns and sixguns, we got a shipload of guns   Shootin varments and critters, is a shitload of fun   I don't care about the money, I don't care about the loot   Give me Jack Daniel's whiskey and something to shoot      Now there's a whole herd of elk, right there in a line   But it's a pain in the ass to shoot 'em one at a time   And I'm way below quota; I've had a bad day   Boy what I wouldn't give for just one hand grenade      I don't care about the future, I don't care about the past   As long as I've got some creatures to blast   We got deer, we got elk, we got ol' owls that hoot   And when I've killed them all, they'll be Yankees to shoot      Don' 'cha tailgate me son get off my back   I gotta thirty-ought-six right here in the rack   And this ain't New Jeresy; We don't honk, we don't yell   And if you touch that bumper I'll blow you to hell      "Everybody sing a long with me now"      I was born and raised way out west   And the thing like 'bout livin' here best   It ain't the mountains, the valleys, the hats, or the boots   It's havin' plenty of guns and something to shoot   It's havin' plenty of guns and something to shoot