His boots are old and tattered his Stetson has seen it's better days His hands are rough and calloused and what's left of his hair is turning grey He ain't as tall and handsome as cowboys up on the movie screen or in a magazine He ain't no coke a cola cowboy he's the real thing He rides across the praire out where the wild wind blows And he still works his cattle just like a hundred years ago Sittin' tall in the saddle Lord he feels just like a king Mhm he ain't no c**a cola cowboy he's the real thing There's a woman that loves him and she knows what real love's all about She's cooked his meals washed his clothes And raised the kids and learned to go without And if she could do it over heavens knows she wouldn't change a thing not a sing thing Her her knight in shining armor and she loves him cause he's the real thing He rides across the praire... Naw he ain't no rhinestone cowboy he's the real thing