Don't Call Him a Cowboy

So you came from New York city, and you want to see the sights

You heard all about those cowboys, and their crazy Texas nights

I see you've got your eye on something leanin' on the bar

But the toughest ride he's ever had was in his foreign car

So don't call him a cowboy, until you've seen him ride

'Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy boots

Don't tell you what's inside, no

And if he ain't good in the saddle, Lord, you won't be satisfied

So don't call him a cowboy, until you've seen him ride

He's a Hollywood idea of the wild and wooly west

In his french designer blue jeans and his custom tailored vest

You're thinkin' he's the real thing, but I think you oughta know

He can't even make it through a one night rodeo, no

So don't call him a cowboy, until you've seen him ride

'Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy boots

Don't tell you what's inside, no

And if he ain't good in the saddle, Lord, you won't be satisfied

So don't call him a cowboy, until you've seen him ride

Don't call him a cowboy, until you've seen him ride

'Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy boots

Don't tell you what's inside, no

And if he ain't good in the saddle, Lord, you won't be satisfied

So don't call him a cowboy, until you've seen him ride

Don't call him a cowboy, until you've seen him ride