Cowboy Cool - Sonny Burgess

The clothes he wears don’t 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, he’s cowboy cool

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

He’ll 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, he’s cowboy cool

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

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