that big ol' hat don't make ya a cowboy.

(talking)
he came a struttin' in the room like the cock of the walk,
with his shined up boots and his 10 gallon hat,

turning all the heads with his fancy duds,
all the girls began to flock to where he was at,

just a stylin' and profilin' making sure everybody saw he was "a real cowboy",
when the old man next to me in overalls,
turned and said:

(singing)

that big ol' hat don't make you a cow’boy,
them shiny boots ain't never rode,
my muddy boots been out breakin' stall’ions,
bet that sucka ain't never hauled a load,

if he knew what it took to be a cow’boy,
that fool would up and run away,
I’ve been shovelin' shit out the barn all morn’in’,
and after this beer,...
I gotta get back to mowing hay,

(talking)
see a real cowboy don't walk around all cocky,
cause a cowboys work can humble any man,
and I have half a mind to go’in sock him,
knock him flat, right there where he stands,

but spendin' the afternoon with the sheriff,
that hay won’t ever… get in the barn,
so I’m gonna finish this beer and get on outta here,
get my ass back to the farm,

son you just make sure you remember,
take this with you when ya go,
cause there's certain things in life,
(Singing)
that every man just ought’ a know,

like:


that big ol' hat don't make you a cow’boy,
them shiny boots ain't never rode,
my muddy boots been out breakin' stall’ions,
that sucka ain't never hauled a load,

if he knew what it took to be a cow’boy,
that fool would up an run away,
cause I’ve been shoveling shit out of the barn all morn’in’,
and after this beer,...
I gotta get back to mowing hay,

fiddle solo:

musical interlude:


Ive been shoveling shit out of the barn all mornin’,
and after this beer,...
I gotta get back to mowing hay,

fiddle closeoff: