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 gray
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
Child of the great depression
He has lived with hard time all his life
He ain't never looked for trouble
But he will stand up for what he knows is right
He's fought cows, drought and winter, killer blizzards and the spring
But he never could say
He ain't no rhinestone cowboy
He's the real thing
And he rides across the Prairie
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, hmmmm
He ain't no coke a 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 single thing
Her her knight in shining armor and she loves him
'Cause he's the real thing
And he rides across the Prairie
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, hmmmm
He ain't no coke a cola cowboy
He's the real thing
Naw he ain't no rhinestone cowboy
He's the real thing
His stetson has seen it's better days
His hands are rough and calloused
And what's left of his hair is turning gray
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
Child of the great depression
He has lived with hard time all his life
He ain't never looked for trouble
But he will stand up for what he knows is right
He's fought cows, drought and winter, killer blizzards and the spring
But he never could say
He ain't no rhinestone cowboy
He's the real thing
And he rides across the Prairie
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, hmmmm
He ain't no coke a 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 single thing
Her her knight in shining armor and she loves him
'Cause he's the real thing
And he rides across the Prairie
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, hmmmm
He ain't no coke a cola cowboy
He's the real thing
Naw he ain't no rhinestone cowboy
He's the real thing
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Writer(s): Chris Le Doux
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