Don't Call Him a Cowboy

So you came from New York City

And you want to see the sights

You've heard all about those cowboys

And their crazy Texas nights

I see you've got your eye on something

Leaning 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 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 the Hollywood idea

Of the wild and woolly west

In his French designer blue jeans

And his custom tailored vest

You thinking he's the real thing

But I think you ought to 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 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 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