Maddy Lee Ann - That Don't Make Him Country Lyrics

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