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