Fort Worth Cattle Moon

[Verse 1]
Sun’s just peeking over Stockyards brick
Coffee in a paper cup, reins in my fist
Old bay dancing, wants to hit that trail
Fresh mud on my boots, leather and sweat in the air
[Chorus]
We’re drivin’ longhorns under that Fort Worth cattle moon
Dust on our faces, humming those tired-out tunes
Horses breathing heavy, hearts beating in time
From sunrise pens to them late-night eight-second rides
Yeah, Fort Worth’s where my wild side hides
[Verse 2]
Daytime’s shipping steers past the old brick pens
Evening it’s a drawl and a buzz in the stands again
Rosin on my glove, lights glare off the chute
Nod my head once, crowd fades, it’s just me and that brute
[Chorus]
We’re drivin’ longhorns under that Fort Worth cattle moon
Dust on our faces, humming those tired-out tunes
Horses breathing heavy, hearts beating in time
From sunrise pens to them late-night eight-second rides
Yeah, Fort Worth’s where my wild side hides
[Bridge]
Some folks chase fortune in suits and ties
I chase horns and hooves and Texas sky
If I hit the ground, I’ll spit out the sand, then smile
Climb that fence, tip my hat, ride again in a while
[Chorus]
We’re drivin’ longhorns under that Fort Worth cattle moon
Dust on our faces, humming those tired-out tunes
Horses breathing heavy, hearts beating in time
From sunrise pens to them late-night eight-second rides
Yeah, Fort Worth’s where my wild side hides
Fort Worth’s where my wild side rides

country, Dusty modern country with steady kick, brushed snare, and twangy telecaster over warm upright bass. Male vocals with a laid-back Texas drawl; verses ride on a gentle shuffle, chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and a bright fiddle line. Subtle pedal steel swells under the hook, last chorus adds crowd “whoa”s and a half-time tag for a stadium singalong feel.