So you came from New York city   And you want to see the sights   You've heard all about those cowboys   And those crazy Texas nights      I see you've got your eye on something   Leaning on the bar   But the toughest ride he's ever had   Was in his foreign car      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 satisfied   So don't call him a cowboy   Until you've seen him ride      He's the Hollywood idea   Of the wild andd wooly west   In his french designer blue jeans   And his custom tailored vest   You think he's the real thing   But I think you oughta know   He 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 satisfied   So don't call him a cowboy   Until you've seen him ride      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 satisfied   So don't call him a cowboy   Until you've seen him ride      Don't call him a cowboy   Until you've seen him ride...