Cowboys Are My Weakness Songtext

von Trisha Yearwood

You? ll never hear me knockin? an old pair of boots
A man who wears his Wranglers for a Sunday suit
The kind that ain? t afraid to get dirt on his hands
And brings you fresh daisies and a coffee can

I like a man to ride me? round pick-up style
Tip his hat and wink at me and shoot me a smile
Take me two-steppin? at the honky tonk
Yeah, that kind of man ain? t hard to want

'Cause cowboys are my weakness
Gimme some down home, rugged sweetness
A little bit of outlaw, a little bit of Jesus
Cowboys are my weakness

I love to hear my name inside a southern drawl
A man who takes his time, you know what I mean y? all
Gets a little rowdy, a little out of hand
But when he? s around your mama he says,? Yes ma? am?

A doer not a talker, he? s tried and he? s true
The salt of the earth, but if he? s sweet on you
He? ll treat you like you? re the only woman alive
Yeah, high up in the saddle? s one hell of a ride

'Cause cowboys are my weakness
Gimme some down home, rugged sweetness
A little bit of outlaw, a little bit of Jesus
Cowboys are my weakness

I wanna be the lady
He loves with all his heart and soul
I wanna be the lady
He keeps warm when the nights get cold

Yeah, cowboys are my weakness
Gimme some down home, rugged sweetness
A little bit of outlaw, a little bit of Jesus
Lord, help me Jesus
Cowboys are my weakness
Yeah, they? re my weakness