Buffering Outlaw Blues

[Verse 2] Every night I saddle up with my trusty ol' device Aim to catch up on my shows, need my Westerns to suffice But just as the showdown starts, and the outlaw draws his gun That circle spins, my show is froze, my evenin's all but done [Pre-Chorus] Out on this homestead, the web's a dusty trail It traps my patience, in a lonesome, buffering jail [Chorus] Don't think that it's not laggin', 'cause it slows without warnin' It'll drop you like the calls that you've been dreadfully mournin' It's a signal killer, that's the sad hard truth You can try to stream it, but it'll leave you buffering in boots Buffering in boots (Yeah, ho, hey) [Bridge] It'll promise high speeds, let you think it's runnin' smooth