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[Verse 1]
Well, I've come across a couple belts and buckles since I moved to the South
With them Alabama manners, kinda man that make your grandmama proud
If a horse can make you fall in love
I got four hundred of 'em in my truck
I know that's been your type, but I'ma turn it upside-down
[Chorus]
I could have you last call, still tryna party
He would probably try to take the night real slow
I could see you in my T-shirt in the mornin'
He would drop you off and leave you all alone
If you want a different kinda rodeo
I like doin' things that a cowboy don't
[Verse 2]
Yeah, the backroad'll get you where you're goin' by the end of the night
But a highway'll savе a couple minutes, we can spеnd 'em inside
Yeah, I bet his boots are made for walkin'
Baby, mine are made for knock, knock, knockin'
If you open up the door, you'll find yourself one hell of a time
Hey, hey, hey
[Chorus]
I could have you last call, still tryna party
He would probably try to take the night real slow
I could see you in my T-shirt in the mornin'
He would drop you off and leave you all alone
If you want a different kinda rodeo
I like doin' things that a cowboy don't
I like doin' things that a cowboy don't (Hey)
[Bridge]
Oh, ah
Oh, yeah
[Chorus]
I could have you last call, still tryna party
He would probably try to take the night real slow
I could see you in my T-shirt in the mornin'
He would drop you off and leave you all alone
If you want a different kinda rodeo
I like doin' things that a cowboy don't
You like doin' things that a cowboy don't
We like doin' things that a cowboy don't, hey
[Outro]
I like doin' things that a cowboy don't (Oh, yeah)
I like doin' things that a cowboy don't
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