Cowboy Swag Boogie

Songwriter Story

This song tells the story of a fresh-faced cowboy who rolls into town with confidence, style,

and a hunger for a good time. He is not looking to stir up trouble - he is looking for music,

movement, and a place where he can belong. With his Stetson hat tipped just right and his boots

ready to hit the floor, he heads straight for the local country bar everyone talks about, the

kind of place where the neon glows warm, the band kicks hard, and line dancing is more

than entertainment - it is the heartbeat of the room. The new cowboy is drawn in by that

energy, knowing this is where his kind of night begins.

Once inside, the story opens up into a celebration of rhythm, swagger, and community. The

bar becomes a stage where city cool meets country pride, and the new cowboy wins the

room not by saying much, but by joining the dance and living in the moment. As the crowd

stomps, slides, pivots, and shouts along, he goes from stranger to part of the party, carried

by the spirit of the music and the freedom of the dance floor. At its core, the song is about

arrival - stepping into a new place, finding your people, and letting loose in the one bar in

town where everybody knows that line dancing is the main event.

Cowboy Swag Boogie

Ridin’ on my horse, I’m the new cowboy in town

Got my Stetson hat, wearin’ boots with the crown

Saddle up y’all, we gonna ride tonight

Boogie till its broad daylight

One, two, a one, two, three, four

Cowboy swag boogie, that’s how we roll

Holding it down, from the saddle to the floor

Chest pumpin’, foot stompin’, grapevine or weave

Draw, tap, swivel or hang on my sleeve

Pivot, point, step, slide, rock or scuff

Cowboy swag boogie, can’t get enough!

In my Ford F150, rollin’ through the plains

That cowboy swag boogie, pumpin’ through my veins

Cowboy up, let the party begin

Glasses high, baby whiskey or gin

One, two, a one, two, three, four

Cowboy swag boogie, that’s how we roll

Holding it down, from the saddle to the floor

Chest pumpin’ foot stompin’, grapevine or weave

Draw, tap, swivel or hang on my sleeve

Pivot, point, step, slide, rock or scuff

Cowboy swag boogie, can’t get enough

So, saddle up, cowboys and cowgirls, let’s ride

Cowboy hats tilted low; we wear em’ with pride

Tonight, on the dance floor, is where we’ll be

Drinking, dancing and fancy free

One, two, a one, two, three, four

Cowboy swag boogie, that’s how we roll

Holding it down, from the saddle to the floor

Chest pumpin’, foot stompin’

, grapevine or weave

Draw, tap, swivel or hang on my sleeve

Pivot, point, step, slide, rock or scuff

Cowboy swag boogie, can’t get enough