It was the summer of 07
I was 8 years old
Mama took me to the rodeo
From that moment on my attention
It was tied in tighter than a latigo
Years gone by and nothings changed
I got a thing...
For some muddy boots deep dug roots
8 second riders coming outta that chute
Yeah, I'm a sucker for some dusty blue jeans
Ariat and pearl snaps smiling at me
Drug store John Wayne's
Down to the real McCoys
I got a thing... for them cowboys
Nothing gets me like the smell of leather
Little gravel in his voice words sweeter than sweet tea
I love some callused hands worn n weathered
Strong to the touch but gentle when it comes to me
I see one two stepping my way
I got a thing...
For some muddy boots deep dug roots
8 second riders coming outta that chute
Yeah, I'm a sucker for some dusty blue jeans
Ariat and pearl snaps smiling at me
Drug store John Wayne's
Down to the real McCoys
I got a thing... for them cowboys
If there's a line of Stetsons leaning on a fence then
You know where my eyes 'll be
I got a thing...
I got a thing...
For some muddy boots deep dug roots
8 second riders coming outta that chute
Yeah, I'm a sucker for some dusty blue jeans
Ariat and pearl snaps smiling at me
Drug store John Wayne's
Down to the real McCoys
I got a thing... for them cowboys
I got a thing for them cowboys
