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