Lainey Wilson - Call A Cowboy lyrics
Lainey Wilson [Lainey Denay Wilson] Baskin, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lainey Wilson - Call A Cowboy lyrics]
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
Mm
If there's some boots to be scuffed
Or pearls to get snapped
You need a four wheel drive truck
With a chain on the back
Call a cowboy
You best be banking on him
Hanging 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 bе held
Or wild flower to be pickеd
If there's a fire to be felt
In a straight whiskey kiss
Call a cowboy
You best be banking on him
Hanging 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 banking on him
Hanging 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 a cowboy
Or a horse to be broke
If there's a drink that needs drunk
Or a Red that needs smoked
Call a cowboy
Mm
If there's some boots to be scuffed
Or pearls to get snapped
You need a four wheel drive truck
With a chain on the back
Call a cowboy
You best be banking on him
Hanging 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 bе held
Or wild flower to be pickеd
If there's a fire to be felt
In a straight whiskey kiss
Call a cowboy
You best be banking on him
Hanging 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 banking on him
Hanging 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 a cowboy
