We ain’t Dallas

[Verse 1]
I heard a guy at the bar say he’s from DFW,
Had clean boots, no dip can, and no clue.
Said, “I love the Stockyards, went once last year,”
I said, “Buddy that ain’t local, that’s tourist-tier.”
You don’t know the Drover or the line at Joe T’s,
Ain’t cussed Jim Adler yellin' through your TV.
If you don’t flinch when you hear the word “Dallas” —
Then you ain’t from here, and you sure ain't us.
[Chorus]
'Cause we ain't Dallas — we’re Fort Worth tough,
We ride bulls, not traffic, and we drink rough stuff.
We love our ‘Boys, but Lord, they’ve strayed...
And we all wish Jerry would just walk away.
Ain’t seen a ring since VCRs,
But we still tailgate like we own the stars.
You can trade Luka, burn it all down —
But we ain’t Dallas.
We’re Fort Worth proud.
[Verse 2]
We’ve got scars and backyard scars to prove it,
Cowtown grit — we don’t talk, we do it.
We ain’t got skyline glass or high-speed trains,
We’ve got worn-out boots and stormproof names.
Our dreams are built on dirt and sun,
Not influencers tryna look like someone.
We’d rather two-step than bottle service spin,
And our barbecue don’t come with a linen napkin.
[Chorus – Bigger now]
Nah, we ain’t Dallas — we speak slow and clear,
Say “howdy” to strangers and mean it sincere.
We love the Cowboys, hate the record,
But we still yell loud for every second.
We cuss Jerry soft with a loyal pain,
Still wear that star in the pourin’ rain.
We don’t fake it, we just show down —
‘Cause we ain’t Dallas.
We’re Fort Worth sound.
[Bridge – Spoken with attitude]
We’ve got the Drover now.
We’ve still got Billy Bob’s.
And if you think Dallas defines Texas...
Boy, bless your heart.
[Final Chorus – Let the whole bar sing it]
No, we ain’t Dallas — we’ve got our own fight,
Honky-tonk hearts and blue-collar nights.
You can keep your skyline, keep your gloss,
We’ve got soul and a little more sauce.
Say what you want — we’ll never back down,
We ain’t Dallas...
We’re Fort Worth town.
[Outro – Acoustic strum fading out]
So next time you claim DFW...
Just say where you’re from.
We know if it’s true.

Raspy male vocal, stompin’ rhythm, barroom anthem energy, proud and playful tone