Sarah Morey - Real Cowboy Lyrics

He runs a farm on Highway 301
Proud owner of a beat up pick up truck
And if you drive past Waffle House at 5am
He'll be parked out front
A southern drawl like tupelo
Overalls and tobacco
I know it sounds like a story but I ain't making this up
'Cause he's a real cowboy
From the good old days
He's a real cowboy saved by Amazing Grace
He's got the boots and the hat but it ain't for show
'Cause he's been working in the field since the rooster crowed
And he smells like dirt and whiskey on a summer day
He's a real cowboy
And God made him that way
He can play harmonica
Like you ain't never heard
He said he taught himself how to play growing up
Sunday morning walking to church
He's read the Good Book twenty times
He's almost got it memorized
And he bows his head to pray every night
'Cause he's a real cowboy
From the good old days
He's a real cowboy saved by Amazing Grace
He's got the boots and the hat but it ain't for show
'Cause he's been working in the field since the rooster crowed
And he smells like dirt and whiskey on a summer day
He's a real cowboy
And God made him that way
He's a hard working man
He's coming up on eighty-six
But he's in pretty good shape for the shape he's in
He's a real cowboy
From the good old days
He's a real cowboy saved by Amazing Grace
He's got the boots and the hat but it ain't for show
'Cause he's been working in the field since the rooster crowed
And he smells like dirt and whiskey on a summer day
He's a real cowboy
And God made him that way
He's a real cowboy
And God made him that way