So you came from New York city
And you want to see the sights
Youve heard all about those cowboys
And those crazy Texas nights
I see youve got your eye on something
Leaning on the bar
But the toughest ride hes ever had
Was in his foreign car
Chorus
So dont call him a cowboy
Until youve seen him ride
Cause a Stetson hat and those fancy boots
Dont tell ya whats inside no
And if he aint good in the saddle
Lord, you wont be satisfied
So dont call him a cowboy
Until youve seen him ride
Hes the Hollywood idea
Of the wild andd wooly west
In his french designer blue jeans
And his custom tailored vest
You think hes the real thing
But I think you oughta know
He cant even make it through
A one night rodeo. No.
Chorus
So dont call him a cowboy
Until youve seen him ride
Cause a Stetson hat and those fancy boots
Dont tell ya whats inside. no.
And if he aint good in the saddle
Lord, you wont be satisfied
So dont call him a cowboy
Until youve seen him ride
Dont call him a cowboy
Until youve seen him ride
Cause a Stetson hat and those fancy boots
Dont tell ya whats inside. no.
And if he aint good in the saddle
Lord, you wont be satisfied
So dont call him a cowboy
Until youve seen him ride
Dont call him a cowboy
Until youve seen him ride…