Put the boy back in cowboy

Put the boy back in cowboy Lyrics

They should have put her in the movies
My little country cutie
She's the mason
I believe God made blue jeans
I was a slicker from the city
When I met that little philly
Was 6 feet tall till she brought me to my knees
I sold my foreign car for
A pick-up truck
I never drink champagne,
Now it's Jack straight up
You better like Hank here or you're outta luck
What's up

Chorus
She put the boy back in cowboy
Hell I was just a red-neck wannabe
She put the boy back in cowboy
That southern woman made
A new man outta me

The transformation was amazin'
Even Jesus couldn't save me
Day to night I was such a sight to see
At the rodeo she kissed me
Then said "boy don't get too frisky"
If you're lucky you might two step home with me
Yeah I got the boots, I bought the stetson hat
Gotta big belt buckle,
Tried to rope a calf
I made a ring of fire
And it's cool as Johnny Cash
You asked

Chorus

That country woman made
A new man outta me

Guitar solo

She put the boy back in cowboy
She put the boy back in cowboy
(back in cowboy)

She's a light wire, bomb fire, desire,
Takin' me higher,
She got me, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

She put the boy back in cowboy
Hell I was just a red-neck wannabe
She put the boy back in cowboy
That country woman
Put the boy back in cowboy
Well I was just a red-neck wannabe
She put the boy back in cowboy
That southern woman made
A new men outta me

She put the boy ( boy)
Back in cowboy (back in cowboy)
Put the boy (put the boy)
Back in cowboy
She put the boy (put the boy)
Back in cowboy (cowboy)
She put the boy back in ( put the boy)
Back in, ha, ha, ha, ooooh