Talkin' Prairie Boy

"Talkin' Prairie Boy"
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 Buddy's old man is back on the booze
 He's swinging a driver at a big bull moose
 That keeps getting on the goddamn property
 Or so he says
 Cigarettes are expensive and whiskey ain't cheap
 And winters are bitter, but the summers are sweet
 And you can get some modestly priced smokes over at the Rez
 If you're so inclined
 Most of my time's spent in a big blue van
 Just traveling the country with a five-piece band
 Pick a little for the folks and sing when I can
 Granted, I'm sober
 And other days are for meant for chorin'
 Just workin' at the ranch to stave off boredom
 And keeping the calves from finding new ways to keel over
 Just living the dream
 I was cooling my heels down in Tennessee
 Post 82, some buddies and me
 And we were shooting the shit 'till we ran out of ammunition
 Some dude overheard from across the room
 And instead of minding his own, he'd just as soon
 Sit down next to us and join in on the conversation
 Brought over some kinda beer
 Something called a I-P-A
 East Nashville kid in a cowboy hat
 And he couldn't tell a shoe lace from a lariat
 And the furthest West he'd ever been is Ohio
 He's talking at me, says he's looking for work
 And he don't mind getting some dirt on his shirt
 And would I be so kind as to hire him on, well, oh, my oh
 Surprised he didn't bring a resume
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 He said but if you're doing fence, then I ain't for hire
 And if you're doing hay, then frankly, I wouldn't conspire
 To ask me about doing that either
 I said, "What are ya good for?" And he said, "Plenty"
 I could see this conversation wasn't going any which way
 And figured I'd do well just to leave here
 "So long buddy"
 "You can keep your IPAs"
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 Yeah, this city life has sure got me tired
 And it's hard for a prairie boy to admire all the
 Concrete and the towering skyscrapers
 So just as soon as I'm able to find my hat
 I believe I'll leave and head on back home
 Where the tallest buildings are all grain elevators
 Long gone to Saskatchewan
 Yeah, I'm outta this place and bound for the farm
 And I'm not taking no greenhorn along
 I have a hard enough time just keeping track of myself
 But if you're down in Nashville, and you're trying to look cool
 But ya can't tell a pretty palomino from a mule
 Take my advice and leave the buckaroo hat on the shelf