Friday night the whistle blows,
I'm done with dust and mud
Boss man takes my work for
granted, but I'm thicker than his
blood
One of these days I'll tell
him shove it,
but tonight I'm feeling right Got
my boots shined up and my
hat cocked down,
I'm a cowboy looking tight Fresh
duds on and the truck's all
clean Headed to the honky tonk
to make a scene
They call me Swagger 'cause the
way I walk and the way
I talk
Yes ma'am, yes sir,
I ain't all talk
Shake my rump on that dance
floor 'til the neon burns out
That's who I am and that's
what Swagger's all about
When my head gets full
and I'm about to explode
I fire up that Indian and
I plow up the road Wind
in my hair,
every demon gets blown away That
old machine refuels my soul so
I can fight another day Got
my old dog riding shotgun,
Alan Jackson on the dial
Pickup truck and a country song
can stretch a country mile
They call me Swagger 'cause the
way I walk and the way
I talk
Yes ma'am
, yes sir,
I ain't all talk
Shake my rump on that dance
floor 'til the neon burns out
That's who I am and that's
what Swagger's all about
I do what I say
and I help who I can
So the good Lord lets me
stay when He calls this man
But if I end up downstairs,
well the devil better know He's
got a fight on his hands
'cause Swagger don't go slow
They call me Swagger 'cause the
way I walk and the way
I talk
Yes ma'am
, yes sir,
I ain't all talk
Maybe pick up some cowgirl,
maybe raise a little hell
That's who I am
and I wear it pretty well