"I can see you got your eye on this ole cowboy
and I can tell you've never had one for your own
Or you've never been around one
Now you're thinking that you've found one
Well, it might be kind of fun to take him home

You giggle everytime I say 'Yes, ma'am'
And I get this feeling that if I held you tight
You'd be seeing his and hers
Buckles, boots, and spurs
But that's a feeling you'll get over overnight

Chorus:
Cause watcha gonna do with a cowboy
When that ole rooster crows at dawn,
And he's lying there instead
Of gettin out of bed
And puttin on his boots and getting gone?
Watcha gonna do when he says, 'Honey,
I got half a mind to stay'?
Watcha gonna do with a cowboy
when he don't saddle up and ride away?

You see it takes a special kind of woman
To put up with the life a cowboy leads
Cause his boots are always muddy
And his beer drinking buddies
Will camp out on the couch and never leave

Don't even start to think you're gonna change him
You'll be better off tryin' to rope the wind
What he his is what you got
and he can't be what he's not
and honey you can't hide him from your friends

Chorus

Yeah whatcha gonna do with a cowboy
when he don't saddle up and ride away?"