Everybody told me he was dream
Picture perfect, like he'd stepped right off the silver screen
Said that he would sweep me off of my feet
But I'm still standing here, no he didn't do it for me
Because I don't go for all that wine and dine
With that ray ban, fake tan, never mind
I want a down-home, up with the sun rise man
A pick-up truck driving, bull riding, strong steadied hand
I want the Wranglers, Stetson, and all that stuff
On all the cheap talkers, needing me, feeding me lines
Give me somebody who's tender and tough
Simple and honest, knows a thing or two about love
I've seen enough to, you know, know what I Like
It's the hard workin', head turnin' rugged type
I want a down-home, up with the sun rise man
A pick-up truck driving, bull riding, strong steadied hand
I want the Wranglers, Stetson, and all that stuff
I want the real McCoy, I want a cowboy
I've seen enough to know, you know what I mean;
Ride me off into the sunset, that's my thang...
I Want the real McCoy, I want a cowboy
I'm tired of talking about it, and wasting my time
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