Well, he wakes up late in his Wrangler jeans,
Polishes his boots till they’re shinin’ like dreams.
But his spurs ain’t hung, they lay on the floor
His horse is his car in the car port
He pours some coffee, flips the TV on,
Rodeo reruns till the cows come home.
But his lasso’s in the closet, gatherin’ dust,
This Sunday cowboy’s doin’ what he must.
He’s a Sunday cowboy, a weekend knight,
Drives a minivan, but he parks it just right.
Grills up some burgers, wears his hat tipped low,
This Sunday cowboy is just for show.
He’s got a saddle in the shed, still brand new,
He’s got some tobacco, but the wrong one to chew.
He sings Achy Breaky in the shower every morn,
But his yodel turns to screams when the hot water’s gone.
He’ll two-step at the bar when the band starts to play,
But his back gives out by the end of the day.
He’s a legend in his mind, but his knees disagree,
This Sunday cowboy’s livin’ the cowboy dream.
He’s a Sunday cowboy, a weekend knight,
Drives a minivan, but he parks it just right.
Pumpin’ gas, and wears his hat tipped low,
This Sunday cowboy is just for show.
His big belt buckle is bigger than Texas,
He eats baked beans by the fire for breakfast.
He’ll talk ‘bout the wild west like he was there,
But the closest he’s been ….. is a county fair.
He’s a Sunday cowboy, a weekend knight,
Drives a minivan, but he parks it just right.
Grills up some burgers, wears his hat tipped low,
This Sunday cowboy is just for show.
He’s a Sunday cowboy, a weekend knight,
Drives a minivan, but he parks it just right.
Pumpin’ gas, and wears his hat tipped low,
This Sunday cowboy is just for show.
So here’s to the cowboys who only ride in their mind,
Who dream of the prairie but leave it behind.
They’re kings of the couch, with their boots on the floor,
Sunday cowboys forever, and nothin’ much more.