Conway Twitty - Dont call him a cowboy
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[Intro]
F E F E F E F
[Verse 1]
FSo you came from New York city
And you Bbwant to see the Fsights
FYou've heard all about those cowboys
And their Ccrazy Texas nights
I Fsee you've got your eye on something
BbLeaning on the Fbar
But the Bbtoughest ride he's Fever had
Was Cin his foreign Fcar
[Chorus 1]
So don't call him a Ccowboy
Until you've seen him Fride
'Cause a Stetson Chat and them fancy boots
Don't tell you what's inFside, no
And if he Bbain't good in the saddle
Lord, you Fwon't be satisDmfied
So don't call him a BbcowboyC until you've seen him Fride E F E F
[Verse 2]
FHe was a Hollywood idea
Of the Bbwild and wooly Fwest
FIn his French designer blue jeans
And his Ccustom tailored vest
You're Fthinkin' he's the real thing
But I Bbthink you oughta Fknow
BbHe can't even Fmake it through
A Cone night rodeFo, no
[Chorus 3]
So don't call him a Ccowboy
Until you've seen him Fride
'Cause a Stetson Chat and them fancy boots
Don't tell you what's inFside, no
And if he Bbain't good in the saddle
Lord, you Fwon't be satisDmfied
So don't call him a BbcowboyC until you've seen him Fride
[Chorus 3]
So don't call him a C#cowboy
Until you've seen him F#ride
'Cause a Stetson C#hat and them fancy boots
Don't tell you what's inF#side, no
And if he Bain't good in the saddle
Lord, you F#won't be satisD#mfied
So don't call him a BcowboyC# until you've seen him F#ride
So don't call him a BcowboyC# until you've seen him F#ride