KC Johns "Rodeo Queen" (Country Rock)

"Going into the writers’ room with Brett Trout & Tim Angsten, I knew exactly the vibe and direction I wanted to go. Rodeo Queen was created with a rock, edgy hook topped with a personal touch. My mom was a world champion barrel racer and my stepdad was a bull rider. They fell in love, and I've always admired their story. The first verse of Rodeo Queen, “Daddy was a mustang mama knew how to break” introduces you to a wild ride right at the top of the song. The chorus rounds out exactly what I would love to find in someone one day, which I think most people can relate to. Ecstatic how this song turned out when Smith Curry (Kid Rock, Jason Aldean, Taylor Swift plus Song of the Year Awards from ASCAP, CMA and ACM) got on board to produce. Rodeo Queen is an upbeat rocker, keeping with the country steel guitar roots and a true love story." – KC Johns
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LYRICS
Daddy was the mustang,
Momma knew how to break,
I saw his love was a sure thing,
Even when I was eight
He worked the land like a man,
And was a shoulder for momma to cry,
She sunk in her spurs,
Turned him into her kind of guy.


Momma didn’t raise no big city pretty girl,
Can’t turn a wrench, make a fire in a country world,
Dirt on my feet, calloused up botha my hands,
It’s like I’m riding barrels,
Looking for a man,
That’ll stand in his snake skins,
Beat the sun up, he’s already awake THEN,
Give me some lovin,
When it’s going back down again.
So if you ain’t fit for it,
A few seconds is all that you’ll get,
Try to ride with me,
With this rodeo queen,

You gonna get ya blood branded,
If I’m carrying your last name,
You got your eyes on the prize,
But I make the rules to this game,

Momma didn’t raise no big city pretty girl,
Can’t turn a wrench, make a fire in a country world,
Dirt on my feet, calloused up botha my hands,
It’s like I’m riding barrels,
Looking for a man,
That’ll stand in his snake skins,
Beat the sun up, he’s already awake THEN,
Give me some lovin, when it’s going back down again.
So if you ain’t fit for it,
A few seconds is all that you’ll get,
Trying to ride with me,
With this rodeo queen,

Momma didn’t raise no big city pretty girl
Momma didn’t raise no big city pretty girl

Momma didn’t raise no big city pretty girl,
Can’t turn a wrench, make a fire in a country world,
Dirt on my feet, calloused up botha my hands,
It’s like I’m riding barrels,
Looking for a man,
That’ll stand in his snake skins,
Beat the sun up, he’s already awake THEN,
Give me some lovin, when it’s going back down again.
So if you ain’t fit for it,
A few seconds is all that you’ll get,
Trying to ride with me,
With this rodeo queen
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CREDITS & OTHER INFO
Record Company: Dirt Trail Entertainment
Written by:
© 2024 KC Johns, KC Johns Music (BMI)
Timme Angsten, TPAP Music Publishing (ASCAP),
Brett Trout, Brett the Writer Publishing (BMI) admin by Calhoun Enterprises. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Video: Produced by: J. Paul Jackson

Direction, Videography and Post Production by: Carl Diebold

Lighting and Effects by: TNT Sound and Lighting

Riding Sequences by: Darlene Johns