About the song
Background
- Released in 1985 as the title track for Twitty’s album of the same name.
- Written by Debbie Hupp, Johnny MacRae, and Bob Morrison.
- Became Twitty’s 34th number one hit on the Billboard country music chart, and his 50th overall single to reach number one.
Themes
- Appearances Can Be Deceiving: The song challenges stereotypes associated with cowboys. Just because someone dresses the part doesn’t mean they possess the skills or character of a true cowboy.
- True Grit Lies Within: The lyrics suggest that the real test of a cowboy is their ability to handle challenges and their inner strength, not just their outward appearance.
- Love and Desire: The song can also be interpreted as a metaphor for love. Don’t judge someone based on first impressions, take the time to get to know them before making assumptions.
Lyrics (Chorus)
So don’t call him a cowboy ’til you’ve seen him ride Don’t call him a cowboy ’til you see him ride A Stetson and hat and them fancy boots don’t tell you what’s inside And if he ain’t good in the saddle, you won’t be satisfied So don’t call him a cowboy ’til you see him ride
The entire song continues in this vein, elaborating on the idea that true cowboys are more than just a flashy image. They are defined by their resilience, skill, and determination.
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Lyrics
So you came from New York cityAnd you want to see the sightsYou heard all about those cowboysAnd their crazy Texas nights
I see you’ve got your eye on somethingLeaning on the barBut the toughest ride he’s ever hadWas in his foreign car
So don’t call him a cowboyUntil you’ve seen him ride‘Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy bootsDon’t tell you what’s inside, no
And if he ain’t good in the saddleLord, you won’t be satisfiedSo don’t call him a cowboyUntil you’ve seen him ride
He was a Hollywood ideaOf the wild and wooly westIn his French designer blue jeansAnd his custom tailored vest
You’re thinkin’ he’s the real thingBut I think you oughta knowHe can’t even make it throughA one night rodeo, no
So don’t call him a cowboyUntil you’ve seen him ride‘Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy bootsDon’t tell you what’s inside, no
And if he ain’t good in the saddleLord, you won’t be satisfiedSo don’t call him a cowboyUntil you’ve seen him ride
Don’t call him a cowboyUntil you’ve seen him ride‘Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy bootsDon’t tell you what’s inside, no
And if he ain’t good in the saddleLord, you won’t be satisfiedSo don’t call him a cowboyUntil you’ve seen him rideDon’t call him a cowboyUntil you’ve seen him ride