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Done playing these city boy games
Done chasing those red-eye planes
And killing myself to reheat a flame
Done wondering who's on his line
And what he's doing with all his time
And if I'm good enough for him to be mine

I just need a love that's simple
He could wear a stetson or resistol

Cause I'm needing, needing, needing
Something good down to the core
Who keeps it easy, easy, easy
To love like Sunday morn'
The strong and silent type
Who makes me his first choice
That's why I'm holding, holding, holding
Out for a cowboy

Blue jeans and ridin' his horse
Rough hands and a real strong boy
Throw in a good woman and he don't need much more
God, I know he exists
So I'll keep on waiting on him
My salt of the earth, gentleman

I need something to last forever
Like boots and good leather

Yeah, I'm needing, needing, needing
Something good down to the core
Who keeps it easy, easy, easy
To love like Sunday morn'
The strong and silent type
Who makes me his first choice
That's why I'm holding, holding, holding
Out for a cowboy

Oh, I'll be damned
Look who's walking up to me and
He's even better than he was in my dreams
He must've known

That I needed, needed, needed
Someone good down to the core
Cause he's so easy, easy, easy
To love like Sunday mornin'
Yeah, he's the strong and silent type
He makes me his first choice
So worth holding, holding, holding
Out for a cowboy
So worth holding, holding, holding
Out for cowboy

Easy, easy, easy...

It was so worth
Holding out for a cowboy

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