See that boy standing there by the dance floor
He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man
Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle
And an empty Copenhagen can
He's talkin cowboy this and cowboy that
Well I'll bet one thing's for sure
The only stampede that he's ever seen
Is the clearance at the western store
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All hat and no cattle
That boy just ain't real
All boots and no saddle,
Don't know how to make a cowgirl feel
Think I'm going to tell him to
Pack up his act and go
Back where he came from
'Cause all hat and no cattle
Ain't gonna get it done
He's just a smooth-talkin', long-tall slow-walkin'
Drugstore-made-up dude
So honey don't you fall for that fake Texas drawl
He ain't right for you
Wnat you need's a man that ain't just a hat stand
When you get him home
Well, I don't look like much,
But I can sure saddle up
And ride with you all night long
All hat and no cattle
Ain't gonna get it done
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Written By: Tommy Conners and Roger Brown
Background Vocals: Ray Benson, David Miller
