D They should have put her in the movies G My little country-cutie C D She's the reason I believe God made blue jeans D I was a slicker from the city G When I met that little philly C D I Was 6 feet tall til she brought me to my knees G I sold my foreign car for a pick-up truck D I never drink champagne, now it's Jack straight up G A And you better like Hank here or you're outta luck What's up Chorus: D C G She put the boy back in cowboy D A Hell I was just a red-neck wannabe D C G She put the boy back in cowboy D A D C G That southern woman made a new man out of me The transformation was amazing Even Jesus couldn't save me Late at night I was such a sight to see At the rodeo she kissed me Then said"boy don't get too frisky If you're lucky you might too step home with me" Yeah I got the boots above Was dancing high to get a big I got a big belt buckle trying to rope a cow For me the ring of fire is this cool as Johnny Cash You asked Chorus D She put the boy back in cowboy She put the boy back in cowboy She's a light one, bonefire Desired to be high She got me high high high Chorus D C G F She put the boy back in cowboy D A Hell I was just a rednecked wanna be D C G She put the boy back in cowboy D A That country woman D C G She put the boy back in cowboy D A Hell I was just a rednecked wanna be D C G She put the boy back in cowboy D A D C G She showed me not to beg your company D A G That's how a woman made a new man out of me She put the boy back in cowboy She put the boy back in cowboy She put the boy back in cowboy She put the boy back in cowboy | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C D F G |