That Don't Make Him Country

There he is sittin' on your porch swing  Sippin' sweet tea with his feet up in them new shiny boots  Got his snapback on backwards in his faded bootcut Wranglers  And he's talkin' like he's got Southern roots  He might bring a dozen roses  Sayin' yes ma'am as he poses  Tellin' your daddy you'll be back by ten But that don't make him country  He's just lying to ya honey  Low ridin' like a no good desperado  In his Chevy Silverado  All tricked out with a Carolina Squat  That don't make him country  He's got those rebel flags flyin' With them gun racks no denyin' Can't you see girl that he's tryin' to hard  He bought a labrador named Gunner  That he never trained last summer  I think I hear him barkin' out in the yard  Now he might open up you car door  Do the two step on the bar floor But his masquerade is wearin' thin  You see that don't make him country  He's just lying to ya honey  Low ridin' like a no good desperado  In his Chevy Silverado  Girl I know that he looks hot But that don't make him country  No that don't make him country  He might bring a dozen roses  Sayin' yes ma'am as he poses  Then he brings you back by god knows when  You see, that don't make him country  He's just lying to ya honey  Low ridin' like a no good desperado  In his Chevy Silverado  Girl I know that he looks hot  But that don't make him country  No that don't make him country  Girl now that don't make him country  No that don't make him country