If there's a job that needs done

Or a horse to be broke

If there's a drink that needs drunk

Or a red that needs smoked

Call a cowboy.

If there's some boots to be scuffed

Or pearls to get snapped

You need a 4-wheel drive truck

With a chain on the back

Call a cowboy.

You best be bankin' on him

Hangin' on for more than eight seconds

He's rock steady, loaded, locked and ready

Boots to his stetson

He's red, white, and blue

Tried and true, like the grit in his voice

That's what you call a cowboy.

If there's a door to be held

A wildflower to be picked

If there's a fire to be felt

In a straight whiskey kiss

Call a cowboy.

You best be bankin' on him

Hangin' on for more than eight seconds

He's rock steady, loaded, locked and ready

Boots to his stetson

He's red, white, and blue

Tried and true, like the grit in his voice

That's what you call a cowboy.

Oh, hey, lucky me

When I'm a long, long ways from home

I get to call him my own.

You best be bankin' on him

Hangin' on for more than eight seconds

He's rock steady, loaded, locked and ready

Boots to his stetson

He's red, white, and blue

Tried and true like the grit in his voice

That's what I call my cowboy.