It ain’t a buckin’ bronco… it’s a steel stallion! With a hydraulic kick and a mean setta horns, this sucker is low, loud, and liable to send your hat flyin’.
The undisputed king of the backcountry, built like a freight train on four legs with claws that could carve up a picnic basket.... or a daggum pickup truck.
Here at The Cowboy Country Club we don’t concern ourselves with things like “dress code” or “decorum” we just value the important stuff like cold Lone Star and a dang good chicken fried steak at the clubhouse.
A skull grins beneath an ‘ol Stetson brim, Flames lick his helmet blue, defying death's whim, With hollow eyes he stares, a cowboy to the bone, Ridin' through eternity.
The Stranger, Bill Munny, Joe, Blondie, Rowdy Yates. None of those cowboys ever cried, don’t care what you’ve seen. They just got something in their eye!
