Lyrics:

1985 album Don''t Call Him a CowboyWriter(s): Morrison Robert E, Hupp Deborah Kay,Mac Rae, Fred AylorSo, you came from New York City and you want to see the sightsYou''ve heard all about those cowboys and those crazy Texas nightsI see you''ve got your eye on something leaning on the barBut the toughest ride he''s ever had was in his foreign carCHORUS:So, don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him ride''Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy boots don''t tell ya what''s inside, noAnd if he ain''t good in the saddle, Lord, you won''t be satisfiedSo, don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him rideHe''s the Hollywood idea of the wild andd wooly westIn his french designer blue jeans and his custom tailored vestYou think he''s the real thing, but I think you oughta knowHe 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 satisfiedSo don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him rideDon''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 satisfiedSo don''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him rideDon''t call him a cowboy until you''ve seen him ride