his boots are old and tattered his stetson has seen it s better days his hands are rough and calloused and what s left of his hair is turning grey he ain t as tall and handsome as cowboys up on the movie screen or in a magazine he ain t no coke a cola cowboy he s the real thing he rides across the praire out where the wild wind blows and he still works his cattle just like a hundred years ago sittin tall in the saddle lord he feels just like a king mhm he ain t no coca cola cowboy he s the real thing there s a woman that loves him and she knows what real love s all about she s cooked his meals washed his clothes and raised the kids and learned to go without and if she could do it over heavens knows she wouldn t change a thing not a sing thing her her knight in shining armor and she loves him cause he s the real thing he rides across the praire naw he ain t no rhinestone cowboy he s the real thing