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Casey Donahew Band

He Ain't A Cowboy

 

He Ain't A Cowboy

(album: One Light Town - 2019)


He found that buckle in a pawn shop
Can't two-step across this floor
Them boots ain't ever seen the mud
He 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
Sure to break your heart one day

He's never pulled no plow from dusk till dawn
Or thrown hay till 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
Sure to break your heart one day

He's selling 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

No 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
Sure to break your heart one day

Yeah I'm a saddle sore puncher
In a buckle I won
Sure to break your heart one day

done

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