Wannabe Cowboy

I love a stretched out sky
I love a million storms
I love 501s, scuffed boots and livin' too hard

I love some room to run
I love a campfire flame
Can't be the only one
Who loves pretty much anythin'
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 strin' 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 rhinеstones in your eyes must bе 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 strin' 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 strin' 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