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 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 was 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