Letra de Talkin’ Prairie Boy - Colter Wall

Talkin' prairie boy

My buddy's old man is back on the booze

He's swinging a driver at a big bull moose

That keeps gettin' on the goddamn property

Or so he says

Cigarettes are expensive and whisky ain't cheap

Winters are bitter, but the summers are sweet

And you can get some honestly-priced smokes over at the rez

If you're so inclined

Most of my time's spent in a big blue van

Just travellin' 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 meant for chorin'

Just workin' at the ranch to stave off boredom

And keepin' the calves from finding new ways to keel over

Just livin' the dream

I was coolin' my heels down in Tennessee

Post 82 some buddies and me

And we were shootin' the shit

Till we ran outta ammunition

Some dude overheard from across the room

And instead of mindin’ his own he just assumed

He'd sit down next us and join in on the conversation

Brought over some kinda beer, something called a IPA

He’s a Nashville kid in a cowboy hat

And he couldn’t tell a shoelace from a lariat

And the furthest west he’d ever been was Ohio

He’s talkin’ to me says he’s looking for work

And he didn’t mind gettin’ 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 said but if you’re doin' fence, then I ain’t for hire

And if you’re doin' hay, then frankly I wouldn’t conspire

To ask me about doin' that either

I said “what are you 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, keep your IPAs

Yeah, this city life has sure got me tired

And its hard for a prairie boy to admire

All the concrete and the towerin’ 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 takin' no greenhorn along

I have a hard enough time just keepin’ track of myself

But if you’re down in Nashville and tryin’ to look cool

But you can’t tell a pretty palomino from a mule

Take my advice and leave the buckaroo hat on the shelf

Heh, heh, heh

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