Talkin Prairie Boy

G Gaddb3 (3x) G N.C. Hmm, mmm, G Gaddb3 (3x) G G Gaddb3 (3x) G D C D Dsus2 D G G C My buddy's old man is back on the booze, D He's swinging a driver at a big bull moose, G C That keeps gettin' on the goddamn property, D Or so he says. G C Cigarettes are expensive and whisky ain't cheap, D Winters are bitter, but the summers are sweet, G C D G And you can get some honestly-priced smokes over at the rez, G C D Dsus2 D G If you're so inclined. G C Most of my time's spent in a big blue van, D Just travellin' the country with a five-piece band, G C Pick a little for the folks and sing when I can, D G Granted, I'm sober. G C And other days are meant for chorin', D Just workin' at the ranch to stave off boredom, G C D G And keepin' the calves from finding new ways to keel over, G C D Dsus2 D G G6 G Just livin' the dream. G C I was coolin' my heels down in Tennessee, D Post ’82 some buddies and me, G And we were shootin' the shit, C D G Till we ran outta ammunition. G C Some dude overheard from across the room, D And instead of mindin’ his own he just assumed, G C D G He'd sit down next us and join in on the conversation, G C Cadd2 C Cadd2 C D G Brought over some kinda beer, something called a IPA. G C He’s a Nashville kid in a cowboy hat, D And he couldn’t tell a shoelace from a lariat, G C D G And the furthest west he’d ever been was Ohio. G C He’s talkin’ to me says he’s looking for work, D And he didn’t mind gettin’ some dirt on his shirt, G C D G And would I be so kind as to hire him on, "well oh my oh", G C D Dsus2 D G Surprised he didn’t bring a resume. G C He said but if you’re doin' fence, then I ain’t for hire, D And if you’re doin' hay, then frankly I wouldn’t conspire, D G To ask me about doin' that either. G C I said “what are you good for?” and he said "Plenty", D I could see this conversation wasn’t going any which way, G And figured I’d do well just to leave here, G C Cadd2 C Cadd2 C Cadd2 C Cadd2 D G So long buddy, keep your IPAs. G C Yeah, this city life has sure got me tired, D And it’s hard for a prairie boy to admire, G C D G All the concrete and the towerin’ skyscrapers. G C So just as soon as I’m able to find my hat, D I believe I’ll leave and head on back home, D G Where the tallest buildings are all grain elevators, G C D Dsus2 D G Long gone to Saskatchewan. G C Yeah, I’m outta this place and bound for the farm, D And I’m not takin' no greenhorn along, G C D G I have a hard enough time just keepin’ track of myself, G C But if you’re down in Nashville and tryin’ to look cool, D But you can’t tell a pretty palomino from a mule, G C D7 G Take my advice and leave the buckaroo hat on the shelf. G Heh, heh, heh.