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