[Intro] [Verse 1] Oh this boy thinks he's kind of country but in reality lives a comfortable city life. With his comfortable suburban wife Lavishly dripping in luxury, he can afford from his city career, the only steer he's held is the wheel in his car. [Chorus] Don't be fooled by the boots he rocks, He only uses them as blocks A 5 foot nothing of a man, with looks deadpan The only horse this boy has ridden, Needed a dime to make it climb He's a Playboy, homeboy. A concrete cowboy. [Verse 2] He parks on the curb with that Wrangler grin, then heads back in where his steak's cut thin His "range" is a laptop, his dust is a deal, his hands smell like leather from the steering wheel Talks big at the bar about rope and rail, but he can't back a trailer or change a tire He's all hat in the mirror, all talk at the gate, just a golf-club outlaw in a rented estate [Chorus] Don't be fooled by the boots he rocks, He only uses them as blocks A 5 foot nothing of a man, with looks deadpan The only horse this boy has ridden, Needed a dime to make it climb He's a Playboy, homeboy. A concrete cowboy. [steel guitar break - hand clapping] [Chorus] Don't be fooled by the boots he rocks, He only uses them as blocks A 5 foot nothing of a man, with looks deadpan The only horse this boy has ridden, Needed a dime to make it climb He's a Playboy, homeboy. A concrete cowboy. Cowboy, homeboy, playboy.
