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So you came from New York city And you want to see the sights You've heard all about those cowboys And those crazy Texas nights I see you've got your eye on something Leaning on the bar But the toughest ride he's ever had Was in his foreign car Chorus: So don't call him a cowboy Until you've seen him ride 'Cause a Stetson hat and those fancy boots Don't tell ya what's inside no And if he ain't good in the saddle Lord, you won't be satisfied So don't call him a cowboy Until you've seen him ride He's the Hollywood idea Of the wild andd wooly west In his french designer blue jeans And his custom tailored vest You think he's the real thing But I think you oughta know He can't even make it through A one night rodeo. No. Chorus: So don't call him a cowboy Until you've seen him ride 'Cause a Stetson hat and those fancy boots Don't tell ya what's inside. no. And if he ain't good in the saddle Lord, you won't be satisfied So don't call him a cowboy Until you've seen him ride Don't call him a cowboy Until you've seen him ride 'Cause a Stetson hat and those fancy boots Don't tell ya what's inside. no. And if he ain't good in the saddle Lord, you won't be satisfied So don't call him a cowboy Until you've seen him ride Don't call him a cowboy Until you've seen him ride... Get This Ringtone

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