Everybody told me he was dream
Picture perfect, like he'd stepped right off the silver screen
Said that he would sweep me off of my feet
But I'm still standin' here, no he didn't do it for me
Cuase I don't go for all that wine and dine
With that ray ban, fake tan, never mind
I want a down home, up with the sun rise man
A pick up truck driving, bull riding, strong steaded hand
I want the Wranglers, Stetson, and all that stuff
I Want the real McCoy, I want a cowboy
I'm tired of talking about it, and wasting my time