I Want A Cowboy - Reba McEntire

Everybody told me he was a dream

Picture perfect

Like he stepped right off the silver screen

Said that he would sweep me off my feet

But I’m still standing

No, he didn’t do it for me

'Cause I don’t go for all that wine and dine

With the Ray Ban

Fake tan

Never mind

I want a down home

Up-with-the-sun-rise man

A pick-up truck driving

Bull riding

Strong steady hand

I want the Wrangler

Stetson

And all that stuff

I want the real McCoy

I want a Cowboy

I’m tired of talking 'bout it

Wasting my time on all the cheap talkers

Needing me

Feeding me lines

Give me somebody who’s tender but tough

Simple and honest

Knows a thing or two about love

I’ve seen enough to know

I know what I like

It’s the hard working

Head turning

Rugged type

I’ve seen enough to know

Ya know what I mean

Ride me off into the sunset

That’s my thing

Give me the Wranglers

Stetson

All that stuff

I want the real McCoy

I want a cowboy

I want a cowboy