French Cowboy

I'm the French cowboy
Never really owned a gun
I live in the mountains
Wearing a cardigan
I'm the French square boy
Fair enough, I'm not a man
Riding horses with a cardigan
Yeah
I'm the French cowboy, yeah
I'm the French cowboy
My drenched woods boy
There is a girl I love to death
She doesn't own a car
Or wear a fancy dress
She spends her days dreaming
She draws flowers and talks to birds
The big city men wish that she, she was theirs
Yeah
I'm the French cowboy, yeah
I'm the French cowboy
Some people stare and say "Wait, boy!"
We'll come with you, our cardigans
The big city winds erase all of our dreams
We'll fly the hills and daydream
To never hear these sounds again
Riding horses, wearing our cardigans
Yeah

I'm the French cowboy
I'm the French cowboy
I'm the French cowboy
I'm the French cowboy