Trisha Yearwood - Cowboys Are My Weakness lyrics

You'll never hear me knocking an old pair of boots

A man who wears his Wranglers for Sunday suit

The kind that ain't afraid to get dirt on his hands

And bring you fresh daisies in a coffee can

I like a man to ride me 'round pick-up style

Tip his hat and wink at me, shoot me a smile

Take me two-stepping at the honky tonk

Yeah, that kind of man ain't hard to want, 'cause

Cowboys are my weakness

Gimme some down home, rugged sweetness

A little bit of outlaw, a little bit of Jesus

Cowboys are my weakness

I love to hear my name inside a southern drawl

A man who takes his time, you know what I mean y'all

Gets a little rowdy, a little out of hand

But when he's around your mama he says "Yes, ma'am"

A doer not a talker, he's tried and he's true

The salt of the earth, but if he's sweet on you

He'll treat you like you're the only woman alive

Yeah, high up in the saddle's hell of a ride, 'cause

Cowboys are my weakness

Gimme some down home, rugged sweetness

A little bit of outlaw, a little bit of Jesus

Cowboys are my weakness

I wanna be the lady, he loves with all his heart and soul

I wanna be the lady, he keeps warm when the nights get cold

Yeah, cowboys are my weakness

Gimme some down home, rugged sweetness

A little bit of outlaw, a little bit of Jesus

Cowboys are my weakness

Lord, help me Jesus

Cowboys are my weakness

Yeah, they're my weakness