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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