[ Featuring Jesse Wallace ]
Ohhhhh these days you don't have tooo go to far
To find a saloon,
Backyard,
Or bar,
Packed with city folk,
Playing that old game,
Folks thinkin' they're Cowboy,
'cause our shirts the saame
Ohh you're the type of Cowboy I can't stand
Wearing all the right clothes, but you ain't no man
Show off that buckle
That ya bought yourself,
Take more pictures,
Holdin' drinks from that bottom shelf,
One more selfie, have a good time,
Your girl's smiling at me cuz she knows the Cowboy I'mmm
Ohh you're the type of Cowboy I can't stand
Wearing all the right clothes, but too soft t' brand
You think bein' a cowboy's all boots and hat
Well keep snappin' them selfies and strikin' your pose
I'll make sure that your girl knows
What'd a real Cowboy has, between the two of those
Ohh you're the type of Cowboy I can't stand
Wearing all the right clothes, but ain't worked no land
A Cowboy to me is more than a look.
It's early mornin's, dirty hands and livin' the Lord's book.
Breakin' broncs, mendin' fences, and herdin' those steer
It ain't 'bout the tight jeans nor songs 'bout tears
Ohh you're the type of Cowboy I can't stand
Wearing all the right clothes, but ain't worth a damn
Ohh you're the type of Cowboy I can't stand
Wearing all the right clothes, but too soft a hands
Ohh you're the type of Cowboy I can't stand
Wearing all the right clothes, but you ain't no man