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 coca 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