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So you came from New York cityAnd you want to see the sightsYou've heard all about those cowboysAnd their crazy Texas nightsI see you've got your eye on somethingLeaning on the barBut the toughest ride he's ever hadWas in his foreign carSo don't call him a cowboyUntil you've seen him ride'Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy bootsDon't tell you what's inside, noAnd if he ain't good in the saddleLord, you won't be satisfiedSo don't call him a cowboyUntil you've seen him rideHe was a Hollywood ideaOf the wild and wooly westIn his French designer blue jeansAnd his custom tailored vestYou're thinkin' he's the real thingSongtexteBut I think you oughta knowHe can't even make it throughA one night rodeo, noSo don't call him a cowboyUntil you've seen him ride'Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy bootsDon't tell you what's inside, noAnd if he ain't good in the saddleLord, you won't be satisfiedSo don't call him a cowboyUntil you've seen him rideDon't call him a cowboyUntil you've seen him ride'Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy bootsDon't tell you what's inside, noAnd if he ain't good in the saddleLord, you won't be satisfiedSo don't call him a cowboyUntil you've seen him rideDon't call him a cowboyUntil you've seen him ride Aus Songtexte Mania