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Tippin Cows (Official Lyric Video)

"Tippin Cows" is an upbeat country storytelling track packed with small-town nostalgia, late-night mischief, and the carefree spirit of growing up on backroads and open fields. Driven by acoustic guitar, fiddle, light drums, and classic country steel accents, this song captures the laughter, friendships, and unforgettable memories that only country nights can bring. If you enjoy fun, traditional country songs about small-town life, growing up country, and youthful freedom, like, comment, and subscribe for more independent country releases. #countrymusic #upbeatcountry #countrylife #smalltowncountry #independentcountry #countryreels Lyrics [Intro] Out where the gravel meets the county line Friday nights meant stars and time [Verse 1] Screen doors slamming, mama yelling my name Barefoot summers, never played no games Bikes in the ditch, fishing lines in the creek Sunburned shoulders by the end of the week Neighbors waved, nobody locked their doors Old dogs sleeping on the porch floor Every road led somewhere we knew Nothing but fields and a sky so blue [Chorus] We’d sneak out laughing in the midnight glow Boots in the pasture moving soft and slow Trying not to trip where the tall grass grows Just a bunch of kids out tipping cows Hearts running wild where the fence rows bend Small-town nights we wished would never end No money, no plans, just country proud Living our days, tipping cows [Verse 2] Rusty tailgates, bonfire light Hand-me-down radios playing all night Talking ‘bout leaving, but we never did Whole wide world felt right where we lived Granddad said, “Son, keep life simple and true” Work hard all day, let the evening find you I still hear that every time I slow down Wind through the fields on the edge of town [Chorus] We’d sneak out laughing in the midnight glow Boots in the pasture moving soft and slow Trying not to trip where the tall grass grows Just a bunch of kids out tipping cows Hearts running wild where the fence rows bend Small-town nights we wished would never end No money, no plans, just country proud Living our days, tipping cows [Bridge] Years rolled by but I still see Those open fields looking back at me [Chorus] We’d sneak out laughing in the midnight glow Boots in the pasture moving soft and slow Trying not to trip where the tall grass grows Just a bunch of kids out tipping cows Hearts running wild where the fence rows bend Small-town nights we wished would never end No money, no plans, just country proud That’s how we grew up, tipping cows [Outro] Yeah, that’s how we grew up, tipping cows