Here he comes, Justin boots and a Stetson hat,
Dance club ladies, turn around, get a load of that,
He's been out in the sun, now his day's work is done,
And he's lookin' around for a little fun,
Move over, give him a chance, Let The Cowboy Dance.

Jeans and leather, where ya'll goin' with those feet?
Grab your partner, do-si-do to a different beat,
His body's lost in the sound, a crowd gathers around,
They ain't seen nothin' like him in town,
They're gonna give him his chance, Let The Cowboy Dance.

Let The Cowboy Dance, dance,
Let The Cowboy Dance, dance.

The party's over, it's closin' time, turn out the lights,
Back to the house, into the dark and lonely night,
His pick-up knows the way home, and he leaves on his own,
Then he sees her in the moonlight all alone,
Waitin' in the night for her chance, Let The Cowboy Dance.

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