A country barn-burner with bite and sass. Kickin’ the Cow tells the story of a woman fed up with her lazy, no-good boyfriend and his bad behavior. She’s had enough of being taken for granted — and she’s serving notice with a few sharp words, a killer hook, and a whole herd of cow puns. A honky-tonk anthem for anyone ready to stand up, walk out, and mooooove on.
LYRICS
(C) 2025 Ggreg Snyder
[Verse 1]
You say I’m lazy, you say I sleep too late,
Complain about my playlists, my boots, my plates.
You flirt with the waitress, then act confused,
When I don’t thank you for the verbal abuse.
Well honey, your rope’s gettin’ mighty thin,
And I ain’t stickin’ ‘round to get kicked again.
[Chorus]
Sweet talk don’t always go to my head,
But it beats all the bull that you spread.
You want my love, better learn some charm,
Stop swingin’ that tail and do me no harm.
You've earned these words, so just take a pill,
So don't be kickin’ the cow and askin’ for milk.
[Verse 2]
You stumbled in late, breath smellin’ like gin,
Boots on the carpet, same old sin.
You puked on my floor, said, “Baby, clean it up.”
Then asked for a kiss and a little luck.
Well, I cleaned the mess, but not for you,
I did it ‘cause I like my floors brand new.
[Chorus]
Sweet talk don’t always go to my head,
But it beats all the bull that you spread.
You want stay with me, better learn some tact,
‘Cause this ol’ heifer’s looking to subtract.
Your account has just come due, so pay the bill,
So don't be kickin’ the cow and askin’ for milk.
[Guitar and piano solo]
[Bridge]
Well, this ain’t your barn, and I ain’t your maid,
Ain’t your pasture, and I sure ain’t gettin’ played.
I’m headin’ out, leavin’ your corral,
Gonna find me a man who knows how to treat a gal.
One who knows when to graze, when to bow,
And never goes kickin’ the cow.
[Final Chorus]
Sweet talk don’t always go to my head,
But it beats all the bull that you spread.
I'll put you out to pasture and move on
Close your eyes for a second, I'll be gone
I don't need a man like you tellin' me to chill,
So don't be kickin’ the cow and askin’ for milk.
[Outro – spoken, with a fiddle sting]
“Yeah… I’m lookin’ for an udder man.
Now hay… just mooooooove on.”