Fuck This Shit

Fuck this shit, I shout into the night
\n Cowboy heart wants some love, but the app don't swipe right
\n Swipe left, swipe right, but it all feels wrong
\n Lonely on the prairie, where I don't belong

Fuck this shit
\n Boots up on the railing, beer in my hand
\n Signal keeps on failing out here on the land
\n Profile after profile, tumbleweed road

Looking for a cowboy who could fill my soul
\n Every swipe's a stranger, every match is a ghost
\n Chasing cowboy dreams out here with no toast
\n I ain't asking for diamonds, just a man who's true

But this damn old app don't know what to do
\n Fuck this shit, I shout into the night
\n Cowboy heart wants some love, but the app don't swipe right
\n Swipe left, swipe right, but it all feels wrong

Lonely on the prairie, where I don't belong
\n Saw a cowboy profile looking fine on the pic
\n Met him down in town, turned out it was a trick
\n No horse, no hat, just some city boy's bluff

I bought the first round, then he ran out of luck
\n Every swipe's a stranger, every match is a ghost
\n Chasing cowboy dreams out here with no toast
\n Thought I found a rider, but he weren't that tough

City boy pretended, but I've had enough
\n Fuck this shit, I shout into the night
\n Cowboy heart wants some love, but the app don't swipe right
\n Met a city boy bluffing, thought it might turn out fine

He gave me a little head, but he weren't really mine
\n Throw my phone in the fire, let the desert decide
\n Cowboy needs a true man, riding by his side
\n No more ghosting profiles, no more pixel dreams

I'll take whiskey and the prairie over swiping machines
\n Now I'm riding solo, but I'm holding my ground
\n Ain't no app gonna tell me where love can be found
\n If a real cowboy's out there, he can meet me halfway

Let the campfire glow at the end of the day