Lyrics

this ones, going out to a young man, i know well, who says he's finally coming over... (wild fiddle solo) ( ... bring your big sister too ! ) (Verse 1) Well, gather 'round, folks, let me tell you a tale, 'Bout a man named Brycie, with a heart full of hail. He’s a hockey-playing cowboy, sharp as a blade, With a sniper’s shot that’ll leave you amazed (oooohh-yyyaaaaaa-aaahhmazed) [guitar solo] (Pre-Chorus) He’s a sharp good-lookin’ dude, a real stand-up guy, When Brycie’s in town, you can’t help but sigh. He swings that golf club like a seasoned pro, And his laughter echoes wherever he goes. (ooooooh-ooooohh-yeah) (Chorus) Brycie is coming to town, saddle up your horses, The saloon’s buzzin’, and the jukebox forces. boots kick'n up, an the crowd starts cheer'n, When Brycie walks in, there’s magic in the air. (ooooohh yeah) [guitar solo] (Bridge) He’s got calloused hands and a heart of gold, A lonesome cowboy, but never truly alone. He’ll serenade the ladies with his old guitar, And the coyotes howl, harmonizin’ from afar. (ooooh-yyeeeaaahh-ooooooooaaaaooo-brycieeeeeE !) [guitar solo] (Outro) So raise your glasses high, & let the whiskey flow, but better grab ur blades, wherever Brycie goes. He’s the heartbeat of this town, the soul of the Best (Best!) When Brycie comes to town, you truly know ur blessed ! Brycie !! wooooahhhh-ooooh-oohhhh-ohhhh) 🤠🎶