Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin' Prairie Boy, artist - Colter Wall. Date of issue: 27.08.2020
Song language: English
Talkin' Prairie Boy |
| 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 is 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 |
| 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 |
| He says 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? |
| He said plenty |
| I could see this conversation wasn’t going any which way |
| And figured I’d do well to leave here |
| So long buddy |
| You can keep your IPAs |
| Yeah, this city life’s 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 |
| I ain’t taking no greenhorn along |
| I have a hard enough time just keeping track of myself |
| If you’re in Nashville 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 |