The Real Thing

His boots are old and tattered his Stetson has seen it's better days

His hands are rough and calloused and what's left of his hair is turning grey

He ain't as tall and handsome as cowboys up on the movie screen or in a magazine

He ain't no coke a cola cowboy he's the real thing

He rides across the praire out where the wild wind blows

And he still works his cattle just like a hundred years ago

Sittin' tall in the saddle Lord he feels just like a king

Mhm he ain't no coca cola cowboy he's the real thing

There's a woman that loves him and she knows what real love's all about

She's cooked his meals washed his clothes

And raised the kids and learned to go without

And if she could do it over heavens knows she wouldn't change a thing not a sing thing

Her her knight in shining armor and she loves him cause he's the real thing

He rides across the praire...

Naw he ain't no rhinestone cowboy he's the real thing