Lyrics:

1985 album Don''t Call Him a Cowboy**lf**Writer(s): Morrison Robert E, Hupp Deborah Kay,**lf**Mac Rae, Fred Aylor**lf****lf**So, you came from New York City and you want to see the sights**lf**You''ve heard all about those cowboys and those crazy Texas nights**lf**I see you''ve got your eye on something leaning on the bar**lf**But the toughest ride he''s ever had was in his foreign car**lf****lf**CHORUS:**lf**So, don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him ride**lf**''Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy boots don''t tell ya what''s inside, no**lf**And if he ain''t good in the saddle, Lord, you won''t be satisfied**lf**So, don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him ride**lf****lf**He''s the Hollywood idea of the wild andd wooly west**lf**In his french designer blue jeans and his custom tailored vest**lf**You think he''s the real thing, but I think you oughta know**lf**He can''t even make it through a one night rodeo. No.**lf****lf**CHORUS:**lf**So, don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him ride**lf**''Cause a Stetson hat and those fancy boots don''t tell ya what''s inside. no.**lf**And if he ain''t good in the saddle, Lord, you won''t be satisfied**lf**So don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him ride**lf****lf**Don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him ride**lf**''Cause a Stetson hat and those fancy boots don''t tell ya what''s inside. no.**lf**And if he ain''t good in the saddle, Lord, you won''t be satisfied**lf**So don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him ride**lf**Don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him ride