boogie down cowboy

a.i. assisted demo production of original songs, written, structured, and © by richard flynn murrey. the songwriting is still mine… creativity didn’t come from software. tools evolve—songwriting doesn’t. a.i. helps me produce demos efficiently and much cheaper! (especially after my stroke). however it’s made… the song either connects or it doesn’t. boogie down cowboy - ©Richard Murrey Yeah…Boots on the wood…Band’s wound tight…Let’s ride… Got a hat tipped low and a sideways grin.Walks in slow but he’s wired within.Jukebox jumpin’, neon buzzin’ loud.He ain’t here to sit—he’s here to draw a crowd. Dust on his jeans from a long dirt road.But his feet start movin’ like a live wire’s flowin’.Bartender laughs, says “here we go again…”When he hits that floor, it’s a natural sin.Boot heel stomp, hands hit the air.Whole place shiftin’ like a county fair. Boogie down cowboy, tear it up tonight.Kickin’ up sparks in the neon light.Ain’t no rules when the rhythm takes hold.He’s a backbeat preacher with a rock ‘n’ roll soul. Boogie down cowboy, let the whole world spin.Ain’t about losin’, it’s about givin’ in.From the sawdust floor to the barstool line.He’s dancin’ like the devil’s on overtime. Got a two-step twist with a shuffle and slide.Little bit country, little wild side.Snare drum crack like a pistol shot.Every head turnin’ when he hits that spot. Old-timer mutters, “that ain’t how we did…”But he’s tappin’ his boot like a guilty kid.Fiddle tries keepin’ up with the groove.But the Telecaster’s the one makin’ moves.Bassline thump like a runaway train.Whole joint jumpin’ like a summer rain. chorus repeat Alright now… strip it down… Kick drum…Clap… clap…Boot heel… He ain’t dancin’…He’s testifyin’… Guitar bends… dirty, mean…Crowd shoutin’ in between— “GO ON, COWBOY!” Boogie down cowboy, light the place on fire.Turn that honky-tonk into a livewire choir.Ain’t no ceiling when the spirit gets loud.He’s a one-man riot in a two-step crowd. Boogie down cowboy, don’t you slow it down.Spin that rhythm ‘til it shakes this town.When the dust all settles and the lights go low…He’s still dancin’ in the afterglow. Boots still tappin’…Neon hummin’…Cowboy don’t quit…He just keeps comin’…