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