Come on now, Gus
Come on
Get on in here
Yeah, come on, I know
It's time to come on in
That's a good boy
I bet you've never seen a horse
With that special look
The kind in fantasy books
But I've got one
In a stable at home
Tucked away in South Dakota
Have you ever met a horse like mine?
Uh, yeah, Sheriff
We got reports of a four legged beast
Causin' a little bit of a ruckus down on Main Street
You might wanna check it out
I got a horse in the back of a truck, yeah, I'm rural as fuck
You're a town boy, you're a clown boy
Step to me you're gonna frown boy
I'm country
I eat meat, I eat grits, I eat corn and shit
Pigs in the backyard, goats on the roof
What's my wife gonna do?
Make me go up there, make me clean it up
Pig shit and guts
That's the farm life
What you know about that?
'Cause you farmed twice
You dug a hole in the ground
And you found some worms in the second grade
Now you think you know how to farm?
Fuck that shit
Clouds in the sky
Tears in my eye
I think I'm gonna cry
My horse ran away
I think I'm gonna die
Where you at, Gus?
Where you at?
You better come back, Gus
You better get back
I hope you're running free, among the trees
Have you ever met a horse like mine?
Have you ever met a horse like mine?
Yeehaw, Mom's in the back with the apple pie
Yeehaw, Dad's in the back and he's gonna die
He's got dysentery, we got no doctors
'Cause It's 1843
And it's a country song, come sing with me
I wish my horse wasn't dead
I wish I had more than one fuckin' friend
I'm rural
My horse is gone and I'm afraid I'll never love again
Gun to my head
Cowboy gonna make that country banger
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Fuck, Gus
You son of a bitch
How could you leave me like this, Gus?
You were my only horse
Come on back, Gus
Come on back
Fuck
Don't start crying on me now
Gus?
You sad sack of shit
Wait a second, Gus, is that you?
Sure is, dumbass
Gus
My only horse
You have come back
Gus, my old horse
You have returned
Gus!
Gus, where did you get all that money?
Gus, why do you have a big satchel of money on your back?
This is incredible
We're rich, Gus
We're gonna ride off into the distance
You and me
I did too many drugs and robbed a bank
And there's nothing, there's nothing no cops can do about it
I don't care how you got the money
Let's get outta here
Put your fuckin' hands up
Never
You're coming with us, buddy
You and that stupid fuckin' horse
I don't give a shit
I'll give you 5 seconds
To get the money
Get the horse and come the fuck out here
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
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What in tarnation?
What do you mean he's getting away
I don't give a shit what stallion he's on
What horse he's riding
What kind of four legged beast he's cruisin' on
You beer bellies sons of bitches are gonna get that guy
And you're gonna get Gus
And you're gonna get me that money
I'm sick of it
I'm sick of the excuses
I'm sick of this speedy son of a bitch
Slipping through our hands