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Detroit Bronco: “You’re a Frickin’ Bitch”
Sam Bronson—known across the dive bars, backroads, and busted-up roadhouses as Detroit Bronco—isn’t the kind of man who sugarcoats a damn thing. This track is outlaw country in its purest form: rough, blunt, and burned straight out of the trouble he calls a life.
“You’re a Frickin’ Bitch” is Bronco at his rawest—growling with guitar slung low like a weapon, spitting truth the way only a man pushed past his limit can. No fancy metaphors. No heart-shaped apologies. Just a pissed-off cowboy telling the world exactly what he thinks after getting dragged through the dirt one too many times.
It’s the kind of song that smells like spilled whiskey, dust on your boots, and a long ride through a night that doesn’t forgive.
Lyrics:
I gave you all my heart, darlin’,
And you threw it in a ditch.
Now I'm sittin’ here in the dark, baby,
Thinkin’ how the hell I fell for this.
You took my love and broke it,
Baby, stitch by crooked stitch…
And now every time I think of you,
All I hear is “you’re a frickin’ bitch.”
You were smooth when you wanted somethin’,
Sweet talk drippin’ like wine.
But when you got what you were after,
You turned cold as wintertime.
I ain’t cryin’ ‘bout it, honey,
I’ve crawled out of darker pits—
But I ain’t sugarcoatin’ nothin’:
Yeah, you’re a frickin’ bitch bitch.
And I fought, yeah I damn well fought,
To pull us off the ground…
But every twisted word you handed me
Just dragged me farther down
So take your drama, take your madness,
Take your twisted little tricks—
I’m done with all your poison,
I’m done with your dirty kicks.
If you ever wonder what went wrong
Or why I finally quit—
Just play this song and hear it loud:
You’re a frickin’ bitch.
You can tell your friends I’m crazy,
You can spin your little tale…
But truth comes creepin’ after
Like a ghost on a midnight trail.
I ain’t bitter, I ain’t broken,
I’m just done with your bullshit.
And I ain’t takin’ it back,
Girl, you’re a frickin’ bitch.
You can howl at the moon,
You can curse my name…
But you’re the one who lit the fire,
You’re the one who played the game.
Don’t come crawlin’ back tomorrow
Cryin’ “baby let’s fix this”…
No—your ticket out is printed:
Final stop — frickin’ bitch.
So raise a glass to freedom,
To the peace I finally get—
No more fights at 3 AM,
No more venom, no regret.
If you need one last reminder
Of why I called it quits—
Turn the volume up to 10 and scream:
You’re a frickin’ bitch.
This track cements Detroit Bronco as the modern outlaw the city never asked for but damn sure needs. Grit, grime, heartbreak, and humor—Bronco turns it all into fuel. Strap in.
Detroit Bronco ain’t here to play nice.
He’s here to tell the truth—
even when it cuts like barbed wire.
Detroit Bronco: “You’re a Frickin’ Bitch”
Sam Bronson—known across the dive bars, backroads, and busted-up roadhouses as Detroit Bronco—isn’t the kind of man who sugarcoats a damn thing. This track is outlaw country in its purest form: rough, blunt, and burned straight out of the trouble he calls a life.
“You’re a Frickin’ Bitch” is Bronco at his rawest—growling with guitar slung low like a weapon, spitting truth the way only a man pushed past his limit can. No fancy metaphors. No heart-shaped apologies. Just a pissed-off cowboy telling the world exactly what he thinks after getting dragged through the dirt one too many times.
It’s the kind of song that smells like spilled whiskey, dust on your boots, and a long ride through a night that doesn’t forgive.
Lyrics:
I gave you all my heart, darlin’,
And you threw it in a ditch.
Now I'm sittin’ here in the dark, baby,
Thinkin’ how the hell I fell for this.
You took my love and broke it,
Baby, stitch by crooked stitch…
And now every time I think of you,
All I hear is “you’re a frickin’ bitch.”
You were smooth when you wanted somethin’,
Sweet talk drippin’ like wine.
But when you got what you were after,
You turned cold as wintertime.
I ain’t cryin’ ‘bout it, honey,
I’ve crawled out of darker pits—
But I ain’t sugarcoatin’ nothin’:
Yeah, you’re a frickin’ bitch bitch.
And I fought, yeah I damn well fought,
To pull us off the ground…
But every twisted word you handed me
Just dragged me farther down
So take your drama, take your madness,
Take your twisted little tricks—
I’m done with all your poison,
I’m done with your dirty kicks.
If you ever wonder what went wrong
Or why I finally quit—
Just play this song and hear it loud:
You’re a frickin’ bitch.
You can tell your friends I’m crazy,
You can spin your little tale…
But truth comes creepin’ after
Like a ghost on a midnight trail.
I ain’t bitter, I ain’t broken,
I’m just done with your bullshit.
And I ain’t takin’ it back,
Girl, you’re a frickin’ bitch.
You can howl at the moon,
You can curse my name…
But you’re the one who lit the fire,
You’re the one who played the game.
Don’t come crawlin’ back tomorrow
Cryin’ “baby let’s fix this”…
No—your ticket out is printed:
Final stop — frickin’ bitch.
So raise a glass to freedom,
To the peace I finally get—
No more fights at 3 AM,
No more venom, no regret.
If you need one last reminder
Of why I called it quits—
Turn the volume up to 10 and scream:
You’re a frickin’ bitch.
This track cements Detroit Bronco as the modern outlaw the city never asked for but damn sure needs. Grit, grime, heartbreak, and humor—Bronco turns it all into fuel. Strap in.
Detroit Bronco ain’t here to play nice.
He’s here to tell the truth—
even when it cuts like barbed wire.
