| See that boy standing there by the dance floor
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| He’s lookin' like the Marlboro Man
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| Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle
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| And an empty Copenhagen can
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| He’s talkin' cowboy this and cowboy that
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| Well I’ll bet one thing’s for sure
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| The only stampede that he’s ever seen
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| Is the clearance at the western store
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| All hat and no cattle, that boy just ain’t real
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| All boots and no saddle, don’t know how to make a cowgirl feel
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| Think I’m gonna tell him to pack up his act
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| And go back where he came from
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| 'Cause all hat and no cattle ain’t gonna get it done
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| He’s just a smooth-talkin', long-tall slow-walkin'
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| Srugstore-made-up dude
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| So honey don’t you fall for that fake Texas drawl
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| He ain’t right for you
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| What you need’s a man that ain’t just a hat stand
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| When you get him home
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| Well, I don’t look like much, but I can sure saddle up And ride with you all night long
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| All nat and no cattle, that boy just ain’t real
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| All boots and no saddle, don’t know how to make a cowgirl feel
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| Think I’m gonna tell him to pack up his act
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| And go back where he came from
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| 'Cause all hat and no cattle ain’t gonna get it done
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| All hat and no cattle ain’t gonna get it done |