 (Duet w/ Chris LeDoux)
(Brooks, Sanders)
I can see you got your eye on this old cowboy
And I can tell you never had one for your own
Or you never been around one
Now you're thinkin' that you've found one
Well, it might be kind of fun to take him home
You giggle every time that I say, "Yes, Ma'am"
And I get this feeling, if I held you tight
You'll be seeing "his" and "hers"
Buckles, boots and spurs
But that's a feeling you'll get over overnight
'Cause whatcha gonna do with a cowboy
When that old rooster crows at dawn
When he's lyin' there instead
Of getting out of bed
And puttin' on his boots and gettin' gone
Whatcha gonna do when he says, "Honey,
I got half a mind to stay"
Whatcha gonna do with a cowboy
When he don't saddle up and ride away
You see it takes a special kind of woman
To put up with the life a cowboy leads
'Cause his boots are always muddy
And his beer-drinkin' buddies
They'll camp out on the couch and never leave
Don't even start to think you're gonna change him
You'd be better off to try to rope the wind
What he is is whatcha got
And he can't be what he's not
And honey, you can't hide it from your friends
So whatcha gonna do with a cowboy
When that old rooster crows at dawn
When he's lyin' there instead
Of getting out of bed
And puttin' on his boots and gettin' gone
Whatcha gonna do when he says, "Honey,
I got half a mind to stay"
Whatcha gonna do with a cowboy
When he don't saddle up and ride away
Yeah, whatcha gonna do with a cowboy
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