Trisha Yearwood - Cowboys Are My Weakness lyrics

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You’ll never hear me knockin’ 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-steppin’ 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