Take all that I have to give, here's my world, take it too
Oh, it's all for you.

When you see a deer, you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall.
When you see a lake, you think picnic,
And I see a large mouth up under that log.
You're probably thinking that you're going to change me,
In some ways, well, maybe you might,
Scrub me down, dress me up, but no matter what, remember, I'm still a guy.

When you see a priceless French painting,
I see a drunk, naked girl.
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
And I've already given it a whirl.
Well love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of,
And in a weak moment I might walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But remember, I'm still a guy.

I'll pour out my heart,
Hold your hand in the car,
Write a love song that makes you cry,
Then turn right around, knock some jerk to the ground
'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by!

I can hear you now talking to your friends
Saying, "Yeah, Girls he's come a long way
"From dragging his knuckles and carrying a club
And building a fire in a cave."
But when you say a backrub means only a backrub,
Then you swat my hand when I try
Well, what can I say? At the end of the day
Honey, I'm still a guy!

And I'll pour out my heart,
Hold your hand in the car,
Write a love song that makes you cry.
Then turn right around, knock some jerk to the ground,
'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by!

These days there's dudes getting facials,
Manicured, waxed and botoxed.
With deep spray-on tans and creamy, lotiony hands,
You can't grip a tacklebox.

Well, with all of these men lining up to get neutered,
It's hip now to be feminized.
I don't highlight my hair,
I've still got a pair!
Yeah Honey, I'm still a guy!

Oh, my eyebrows ain't plucked,
There's a gun in my truck,
Oh thank God, I'm still a guy !

I can hear the wind whisper my name
Tellin' me it's time to head out again
The horses are trailered and the lights are shut down
An' I'm long overdue for headin' outta town

Got a fever that they call rodeo
Just enough winnin's to make the next show
Sometimes you make eight,sometimes you hit dirt
Go on, pin another number to the back of my shirt

And I'll ride that pony fast,
Like a cowboy from the past
Be young and wild free,
Like Texas in 1880
Just like Texas in 1880

Ride from Phoenix to Tulsa to the Astrodome,
New York City down to San Antone
There's boys that are ridin' for legendary fame,
And our money's all gone but we ride just the same

Our hearts'll get broken, and our heads'll get busted
But we'll always believe in the things that we trusted
There'll be those nights when glory comes 'round
And we'll tip our hats and wave to the crowd

And I'll ride that pony fast,
Like a cowboy from the past
Be young and wild free,
Like Texas in 1880
Just like Texas in 1880

Someday when you're older
Someone'll see
That buckle hangin' there on your belt
And ask you just how it felt...

To ride that pony fast,
Like a cowboy from the past
Be young and wild free,
Like Texas in 1880
Just like Texas in 1880

Just like Texas
Take me home to Texas...

Take me home to New Mexico...