I got a thing. A sort of mild fascination.
A little daydream about a hott-lookin', hard-workin', chiseled hunk of temptation.

Alright, I'm busted.
It's more like a not-so-innocent obsession.
I see a rough, rugged, all day, tired muscles achin', needs a little love makin'.
Girls, you know what I'm sayin'.

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I like a real man who likes to use his hands.
Knows how to get it done, knows when I'm ready.
Blame it on hormones or pheramones, but like a fine cologne, man it turns me on
when he gets sweaty.

You might like 'em all cleaned up and pretty
I like my cowboys dirty!


Ain't talkin' wedding, ain't talkin' honeymoon and down in the Bahamas.
I see him bustin' through the door, next thing you know we're on the kitchen floor doin' things that I can't tell my momma

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I like a real man who likes to use his hands, knows how to get it done. Knows when I'm ready.
Blame it on hormones or pheramones, but like a fine cologne, man it turns me on
when he gets sweaty.

You might like 'em all cleaned up and pretty
I like my cowboys dirty!

(Chorus Repeat)

Yes I do.

I like my cowboys dirty.

How 'bout you?

Mmmm dirty.

I like my cowboys...dirty.