There You Ain't

As a frontier gal here in the wilderness
Never judge a man by the flavor of his kiss
And when you ride the rail, you've been through the mill
You want a dog that hunts, not one that has free will
There's a kind of guy who will straddle the fence
Hang up a fiddle, his heart is faint
Then a kind of guy with more luck than sense
Call him a friend, show no restraint

Cowboy up, giddy up
That's not you, 'cause there you ain't
Cowboy up, he'll stand up
That's not you, 'cause there you ain't

Not my place to say when a man done cut and run
Could be Jesse James or a slinky hired gun
I'm jealous of your sex and your sweaty manly shoes
'Cause when you're wearing pants, you always get to choose
There's a kinda guy who's a one-man band
Fat in a fire, his honor tamed
And then, the kind of guy who rides out for the brand
He's sure as a gun, better than a saint

Cowboy up, giddy up
That's not you, 'cause there you ain't
Cowboy up, he'll stand up
That's not you, 'cause there you ain't
Oh, cowboy up, giddy up
That's not you, 'cause there you ain't
Cowboy up, he'll stand up
That's not you, 'cause there you ain't

That's not you, 'cause there you ain't
That's not you, 'cause there you ain't
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