[Verse 1] The clothes he wears dont change too much at all Straw hat in the Spring, felt hat in the fall His favorite things to do, ropin calves and trippin steers He can take the heat, hes cowboy cool [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Hell show up down in Houston the first of every March And Vegas in December, his Wranglers pressed and starched Tryin to break eight seconds and change the swing in his loop He can take the heat, hes cowboy cool [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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
cowboy, cool, grow, mama, rule