I don't ride the range
People asking why I'm country
I just think it's strange
How everybody talks about me
Cruising on down the road
Lifes, such a heavy load
I still feel like Cowboy
I'm the real Macoy
Im the guy drifting in that chromed up Toy
I'm a let loose
I'm a tightened nuse
I'm a tinfoil, on a half blown fuse
I'm the the guy, that when I drift into town
All the local people gather round
I still feel like a cowboy
As I roll in
I can feel all eyes are on me
Just out for a spin
Feel like a one man army
Coming in to your town
You can hear me put the hammer down
Still feel like a Cowboy
I'm the real Macoy
Im the guy drifting in that chromed up Toy
I'm a let loose
I'm a tightened nuse
I'm a tinfoil, on a half blown fuse
I'm the the guy, that when I drift into town
All the local people gather round
I still feel like a cowboy
