Cowboy
You can’t fake a two-step in a honky-tonk bar,
Can’t crank Waylon in a foreign car.
Don’t wear boots if you can’t take a stand,
‘Cause the girls out here spot a half-made man.
You ain’t country cause you chew Red Man,
Or post a pickup on your Instagram.
It’s in your walk, your tone, your name,
And not backin’ down when life brings pain.
You wanna be a cowboy?
Well that takes grit.
More than a hat or a four-wheel whip.
It’s keepin’ your word and showin’ respect,
Loyal to the bone with no regrets.
That’s what it takes to be a cowboy.
It’s takin’ your lumps and still standing tall,
Gettin’ knocked down but never crawlin’ at all.
It’s thankin’ the Lord when the sun awoke.
And buyin’ the round when your buddy’s broke.
You wanna be a cowboy?
Well that takes fire.
A heart full of dust and a soul full of wire.
It’s lookin’ out for your brother’s back,
And carryin’ weight when the world goes black.
That’s what it takes to be a cowboy.
You don’t just wake up one day and become a cowboy.
You gotta watch, listen, earn it slow.
It’s not in the look, it’s in the choices you make.
How you show up… when no one’s watching.
That’s the code. And you don’t learn it overnight.”
“Now that’s a cowboy.”
You still wanna be a cowboy?
Well now you know.
It ain’t for show, it’s in your soul.
It’s standin’ tall with pride and poise.
Yeah, that’s what it takes,
To be a cowboy.