Pink Shirts in a Cowboy Town
[Verse 1]
Michael Green and Justin Jackson, strollin’ down the street,
Bright pink shirts like summer sunsets, cowboy boots on their feet.
The Albertan boys in denim and dust, leaned back with a grin,
“Where’d y’all find those flamingo feathers?” they jeered with a chuckle within.
[Chorus]
Pink shirts in a cowboy town,
Turning heads, stirring frowns.
They don’t care, they’re standing tall,
Real men wear pink, after all.
Laugh all you want, we’ll buy the next round.
[Verse 2]
Justin tipped his hat and said, “Well boys, here’s the thing—
This shirt’s as bright as the sunrise and fit for a king.”
Michael smiled, sipped his beer, and let the laughter roll,
“Pink ain’t just a color, boys, it’s a state of soul.”
[Prechorus]
You ride your horses, we’ll ride this style,
We’re shaking up the prairie by a country mile.
[Chorus]
Pink shirts in a cowboy town,
Turning heads, stirring frowns.
They don’t care, they’re standing tall,
Real men wear pink, after all.
Laugh all you want, we’ll buy the next round.
[Bridge]
The jukebox played an old tune, the Albertans tapped their boots,
Michael and Justin hit the floor, showin’ off some roots.
Two-steppin’ in their pink parade, they owned the room that night,
The cowboys stopped their teasing, saw the boys were right.
