Cowboy I Can't Stand

Ohhhhh these days you don’t have tooo go to far To find a saloon, Backyard, Or bar, Packed with city folk, Playing that old game, Folks thinkin' they're Cowboy, 'cause our shirts the saame Ohh you’re the type of Cowboy I can’t stand Wearing all the right clothes, but you ain't no man Show off that buckle That ya bought yourself, Take more pictures, Holdin’ drinks from that bottom shelf, One more selfie, have a good time, Your girl’s smiling at me cuz she knows the Cowboy I’mmm Ohh you’re the type of Cowboy I can’t stand Wearing all the right clothes, but too soft t’ brand You think bein' a cowboy's all boots and hat Well keep snappin' them selfies and strikin' your pose I'll make sure that your girl knows What’d a real Cowboy has, between the two of those Ohh you’re the type of Cowboy I can’t stand Wearing all the right clothes, but ain’t worked no land A Cowboy to me is more than a look. It’s early mornin's, dirty hands and livin’ the Lord’s book. Breakin' broncs, mendin' fences, and herdin' those steer It ain't 'bout the tight jeans nor songs ‘bout tears Ohh you’re the type of Cowboy I can’t stand Wearing all the right clothes, but ain’t worth a damn Ohh you’re the type of Cowboy I can’t stand Wearing all the right clothes, but too soft a hands Ohh you’re the type of Cowboy I can’t stand Wearing all the right clothes, but you ain’t no man