I can see you got your eye on this old cowboy, and I can tell you never had one for your own.Or you never been around one, now you're thinking that you found one, well it might be kind of fun to take him home.You giggle every time that I say yes ma'am, and I get this feeling if I held you tight, you'd be seeing his and hers, buckles, boots, and spurs, but that's a feeling you'll get over, over, and I.Cause what you gonna do with a cowboy, when that old rooster crows at dawn, when he's lying there instead of getting out of bed, and putting on his boots and getting cold?What you gonna do when he says honey, I got a half of my to stay?What you gonna do with a cowboy, when he don't saddle up and ride away?You see it takes a special kind of woman, to put up with the life of a cowboy.Cause his boots are always muddy, and his beer drinking buddies, they'll camp out on your couch and never leave.Don't even start to think you're gonna change him, you'd be better off to try to rope the wind.What he is, is what you got, and he can't be what he's not, and honey you can't hide him from your friends.So what you gonna do with a cowboy?What you gonna do when he says honey, I got a half of my to stay?Cause that old rooster crows at dawn, when he's lying there instead of getting out of bed, and putting on his boots and getting cold?What you gonna do when he says honey, I got a half of my to stay?What you gonna do with a cowboy, when he don't saddle up and ride away?Yeah, what you gonna do with a cowboy?What you gonna do with a cowboy, when he don't saddle up and ride away?