Letra de Cowboys Are My Weakness - Trisha Yearwood

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
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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