Cowboy Cool Lyrics

The clothes he wears
Don't change to much at all
Straw hat in the spring
Felt hat in the fall
His favorite things to do
Roping calves and tripping steers
He can take the heat
He's cowboy cool

Cowboy cool
Straights the way he shoots
Cowboy cool
His roots are in his boots
He might break a bone or two
But never the golden rule
His mama let her baby grow up to be cowboy cool

He'll show up down in Houston
The first of every March
And Vegas in December
His wranglers pressed and starched
Trying to break eight seconds
Change the swing in his loop
He can take the heat
He's cowboy cool

Cowboy cool
Straights the way he shoots
Cowboy cool
His roots are in his boots
He might break a bone or two
But never the golden rule
His mama let her baby grow up to be cowboy cool

He might break a bone or two
But never the golden rule
His mama let her baby grow up to be cowboy cool
Mama let her baby grow up
Cowboy cool