Dime Store Cowboy

(Verse 1)
He’s got a plastic badge and a bargain-bin hat,
Boots made of vinyl but he’s proud of that.
Struts down Main Street like he’s Jesse James,
But the clerk at the counter still calls him by name.

(Chorus)
He’s a dime store cowboy, ridin’ on a sale,
Dreamin’ of the prairie from the clearance rail.
Got a six-gun squirtin’ water, heart ten feet tall,
But a dime store cowboy don’t cost much at all.

(Verse 2)
Spurs don’t jingle, they’re glued on tight,
Wrangler tag says “medium,” but it’s wearin’ a fight.
Talks about cattle, but he’s never roped one,
Only herd he’s driven is a cart full of buns.

(Chorus)
He’s a dime store cowboy, ridin’ on a deal,
Painted-on mustache, but the swagger feels real.
Got a lasso made of twine, and he’s ready to call,
Yeah, a dime store cowboy don’t cost much at all.

(Bridge)
Maybe someday he’ll find the range,
Where the boots aren’t hollow and the horses ain’t strange.
Till then he’ll shine in that neon light,
A bargain bin hero in the Saturday night.

(Final Chorus)
He’s a dime store cowboy, ridin’ proud and tall,
In a world of big spenders, he still buys small.
A ten-cent legend, hear the toy gun draw—
That dime store cowboy’s the best of ‘em all.