I'd be in a two-tone 6. 7 Have her all shined up and, knowin' me, it's dented Somewhere on the tailgate From rushin' out the driveway I bet you I'll take a last call on a Saturday But a first row pew on the Lord's day Every single chance I got to Never lookin' for a reason not to Maybe I'd be a little better two-stepper Trade these Chucks for some worn-out leather boots And walk a country mile in 'em Taste the Rocky Mountain High livin' Find me out in Santa Fe Maybe my heart wouldn't break And I'd have a horse to ride away and leave you in the dust Baby, if I was a cowboy I'd drink coffee straight black Hold the cream and sugar, maybe add Jack Depends on if I'm home Lyin' next to you or you're still gone My blue jeans would be a little less tight My back-left pocket would be outlined With somethin' I've been tryna quit for quite some time Kinda like what you're tryna do to me tonight God, I wish I was a little bit better two-stepper Trade these Chucks for some worn-out leather boots And walk a country mile in 'em Taste the Rocky Mountain High livin' Find me out in Santa Fe Maybe my heart wouldn't break And I'd have a horse to ride away and leave you in the dust Baby, if I was a cowboy If I was a cowboy And if I was a little more like John Wayne I'd sing a little more like Hank I wouldn't give a damn about heartache But it's hard to be somethin' I ain't Maybe I'd be a little better two-stepper Trade these Chucks for some worn-out leather boots And walk a country mile in 'em Taste the Rocky Mountain High livin' Find me out in Santa Fe Maybe my heart wouldn't break And I'd have a horse to ride away and leave you in the dust Baby, if I was a cowboy Oh, if I was a cowboy Baby, if I was a cowboy