His boots are old and tattered his Stetson has seen it's better days   His hands are rough and calloused and what's left of his hair is turning grey   He ain't as tall and handsome as cowboys up on the movie screen or in a magazine   He ain't no coke a cola cowboy he's the real thing   He rides across the praire out where the wild wind blows   And he still works his cattle just like a hundred years ago   Sittin' tall in the saddle Lord he feels just like a king   Mhm he ain't no coca cola cowboy he's the real thing      There's a woman that loves him and she knows what real love's all about   She's cooked his meals washed his clothes   And raised the kids and learned to go without   And if she could do it over heavens knows she wouldn't change a thing not a sing thing   Her her knight in shining armor and she loves him cause he's the real thing   He rides across the praire...   Naw he ain't no rhinestone cowboy he's the real thing