Pinchin' Cheek (Lyric Video) - The Boot Scootin' Sissies

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––– BACKSTORY –––
It all started one Friday night at the Rusty Spur. Dance floor was packed, fiddle was rippin’, and I thought eatin’ a gas station hot dog and burrito beforehand was a good idea. Halfway through a two-step, that demon started knockin’ on the back door. I clenched so hard you couldn't even fit a greased BB between those cheeks , smilin’ like nothin’ was wrong while prayin’ to sweet baby Jesus my Wranglers didn’t split.

That night I learned two things: cowboy boots weren’t made for sprintin’ to the bathroom, and sometimes holdin’ it in is the bravest thing a man can do.

––– CREDITS –––
Written by: Randy Bottoms & The Boot Scootin' Sissies
Produced by: Randy Bottoms

––– LYRICS –––

Verse 1

Boots hit the floor, neon lights glowin’,
Hat tipped low, two-step flowin’.
Got my lady on my arm, crowd all around,
Fiddle start sawin’, I own this town.

Pre-Chorus 1

But somethin’ starts churnin’ deep inside,
That gas station hotdog about to ride.
Lord, I prayed for rhythm, not this heat,
Now I’m clenchin’ hard, tryin’ to pinch my meat.

Chorus

I’m pinchin’ cheek, holdin’ tight,
Two-steppin’ strong through the honky-tonk night.
Sweat drips down, legs locked stiff,
Wranglers screamin’ from a demon hiss.

Pinchin’ cheek, I won’t concede,
This dance floor’s mine, I’ll make ’em believe.
Through the pain, I’ll keep my streak,
I’m a cowboy king when I’m pinchin’ cheek.

Verse 2

Booty squeezin’ harder than a bull rope tie,
Lady spinnin’ pretty, I can’t deny.
But the rumble in my gut says time is short,
Wranglers ain’t built for this kinda sport.

Pre-Chorus 2

I cross my legs, shuffle heel-to-toe,
Smilin’ wide so the crowd don’t know.
But a slip runs south like a creek gone wild,
And I still hold strong with a dancer’s smile.

Chorus

I’m pinchin’ cheek, holdin’ tight,
Two-steppin’ strong through the honky-tonk night.
Sweat drips down, legs locked stiff,
Wranglers screamin’ from a demon hiss.

Pinchin’ cheek, I won’t concede,
This dance floor’s mine, I’ll make ’em believe.
Through the pain, I’ll keep my streak,
I’m a cowboy king when I’m pinchin’ cheek.

Bridge (Breakdown)

I bolt off the floor, boots pound the ground,
Porcelain throne is where I’m bound.
Lights shine down, the heavens sing,
As I let that devil spread its wings.

Chains fall off, my soul set free,
On that holy seat I found victory.

Final Chorus

No more pinchin’ cheek, I’m flyin’ high,
Two-steppin’ spirit reachin’ to the sky.
Wranglers loose, my soul’s been cleansed,
That burrito demon met its end.

From the dance hall floor to the bathroom seat,
I found salvation when I pinched that cheek.

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