| He’s dressed up like a cowboy
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| Right out of Hollywood
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| And he’s got his sights on you
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| 'Cross the room
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| His line are well rehersed and
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| If he gets lucky soon
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| He’ll have you believein'
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| That he can milk the moon
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| 'Cause, he’s all hat and no cattle
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| He’ll break you heart just for fun
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| And ride of into the settin' sun
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| He’ll try to make you think
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| He’s ridin' high in the saddle
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| He’s all hat and no cattle
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| Under that ten gallon
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| There’s nothin' really there
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| Those boot have never been
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| Far from town
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| He’s never rode a tractor
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| Or been behind a plow
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| He shoots a lot of bull
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| But he’s never milked a cow
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| And, he’s all hat and no cattle
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| He’ll break you heart just for fun
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| And ride of into the settin' sun
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| He’ll try to make you think
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| He’s ridin' high in the saddle
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| He’s all hat and no cattle
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| He’s all hat and no cattle… |