He Ain't a Cowboy

He found that buckle in a pawn shop Can't two-step across this floor Them boots ain't ever seen the mud Can't be what you're looking for He's got a half-assed smile and fake southern drawl He's dressed up like the Marlboro man He's never backed in a box or dropped in a chute And he's never rode for a brand 'Cause he ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy He's just a city boy in disguise And he's never drove a tractor, maybe that's the kind of man you're after And he can't saddle up no horse, so, he ain't ever gonna ride away And I'm a saddle sore puncher in a buckle I won I'm sure to break your heart one day He's never pulled no plow from dusk 'til dawn or thrown hay 'til the sun came up He's never hooked no bass on a Texas rig, hell, the man don't drive a truck And he'll be out across town tomorrow night, skinny jeans 'cause he has no shame He's never tipped his hat for guts or glory while riding through the pain 'Cause he ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy He's just a city boy in disguise And he's never drove a tractor, maybe that's the kind of man you're after And he can't saddle up no horse, so, he ain't ever gonna ride away And I'm a saddle sore puncher in a buckle I won I'm sure to break your heart one day He's sellin' you a lie, girl, here's a lesson you will learn Those boots don't make a cowboy, baby, it's a title that you earn So if you leave with me tonight, know that it's hell I'll put you through But we'll be rolling down south with them speakers cranked up Listening to Chris LeDoux He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy He's just a city boy in disguise And he's never drove a tractor, maybe that's the kind of man you're after And he can't saddle up no horse, so, he ain't ever gonna ride away And I'm a saddle sore puncher in a buckle I won I'm sure to break your heart one day Yeah, I'm a saddle sore puncher in a buckle I won I'm sure to break your heart one day