| I can see you got your eye on this old cowboy,
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| and I can tell you ve never had one for your own,
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| Or you ve never been around one,
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| now you re thinkin that you ve found one,
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| Well it might be kinda fun to take him home.
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| You giggle every time that I say yes ma am
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| and I get this feelin if I held you tight,
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| You d be seein his and hers,
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| buckles boots and spurs,
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| But that s a feelin you ll get over overnight.
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| Cause whatcha gonna do with a cowboy
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| when that old rooster crows at dawn,
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| When he s lyin there instead,
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| of getttin out of bed
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| and puttin on his boots and gettin gone,
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| What you gonna do when he says honey
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| I ve got half a mind to stay,
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| What you gonna do with a cowboy,
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| when he don t saddle up and ride away.
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| You can see it takes a special kinda woman
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| to put with the life a cowboy leads,
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| Cause his boots are always muddy,
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| and his beer drinkin buddies
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| will camp out on your couch and never leave,
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| Don t even start to think you re gonna change him,
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| you d be better off to try and rope the wind,
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| What you see is what he s got,
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| and he can t be what he s not
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| and honey you can t hide him from your friends. |