Cowboy Cool – William Michael Morgan

He’s got his good boots on, buckle shined
Here to two-step till closin’ time
New pearl snaps, old wranglers tied
A true blue son of the neon lights

The girls line up to watch him tip his Stetson
Says he loves both kinds of music:
Country and western

Lord, there ain’t no cool like cowboy cool
No, he don’t say much ’cause he don’t have to
He’s a work hard, play hard, dancin’ fool
Little Dwight Yoakam, little Chris LeDoux
Lord, there ain’t no cool like cowboy cool

He’s got the jukebox [?] for twenty bucks
Of George Strait, Alan, Hank, and Tanya Tucker
Here to love, not here to fight
He could steal your girl but he won’t try

Lord, there ain’t no cool like cowboy cool
No, he don’t say much ’cause he don’t have to
He’s a work hard, play hard, dancin’ fool
Little Dwight Yoakam, little Chris LeDoux
Lord, there ain’t no cool like cowboy cool
Oh…

He’s got a deep voice like Sam Elliott
He rides bareback just for the hell of it
He’s got grit like Eastwood, a walk like Wayne
Nobody in here knows his name

There ain’t no cool like cowboy cool
No, he don’t say much ’cause he don’t have to
He’s a work hard, play hard, dancin’ fool
Little Dwight Yoakam, little Chris LeDoux
Lord, there ain’t no cool like cowboy cool
I said, there ain’t no cool like cowboy cool
Like cowboy cool
Cowboy cool

Oh, that’s cowboy cool
That’s cowboy cool