Cowboy That man sittin' there, is just like me and you They call him a cowboy, and they call us one to Don't ask me how, we got the name, cause I don't even know Had something to do with, that Urban Cowboy show Most of the time, we wear our Hat, and Boots and Blue Jean pants And come in here, to have a drink, and Texas 2 Step dance Sometimes we fight, stay up all night, and give advise for free But we ain't like, those real Cowboy's, that you see on T.V. To tell the truth, the only Horse's we ride Are underneath the hood, of our Truck's outside When it comes to Bull, we've been throwed a lot Got branded Cowboy's, Girls think that's hot Just like the cowboy's, in the picture show's, we're always sittin' here Listening to sad songs, and cryin' in our Beer Cause we all coraled us Filly's, but we let them slip away Watched them drift off in the sunset, but their memories won't fade Copyright 2000 by Glenn Smith/Dennis Ellison (All right's reserved)