Wannabe Cowboy

I love a stretched-out sky

I love a million storms

I love 501s

Scuffed boots and living too hard

I love some room to run

I love a campfire flame

Can't be the only one

Who loves pretty much anything

Willie and Waylon sing

Well, I ain't got a horse

But I drive an F-150

I stay away from fights in bars

But I still love that late night whiskey

The six-shooter in my holster

Is a six-string in a case

And my heart was born to wander

But when I ride away

Baby, I'll come back

'Cause you're the dream

Of every wannabe cowboy like me

Those rhinestones in your eyes

Must be what roped me in

That wild side in your smile

Showed me what Heaven is

And it don't get better than this

Well, I ain't got a horse

But I drive an F-150

I stay away from fights in bars

But I still love that late night whiskey

The six-shooter in my holster

Is a six-string in a case

And my heart was born to wander

But when I ride away

Baby, I'll come back

'Cause you're the dream

Of every wannabe cowboy like me

I may never ride away like the real ones do

But I'll chase every western sunset with you

I ain't got a horse

But I drive an F-150

I stay away from fights in bars

But I still love that late night whiskey

The six-shooter in my holster

Is a six-string in a case

And my heart was born to wander

But when I ride away

Baby, I'll come back

'Cause you're the dream

Of every wannabe cowboy like me