MUSIC FOR SALE

I Didn’t Think So

What’s a stranger like you doin’ round here
While you stand there just pickin’ your nose
Are you just scrapin’ out your brains
With nothin’ better to do I suppose

I can tell by your red-neck rustic talk
And the price tag still hangin’ from your hat
The lights are on but there’s no-one home
Tell me what do you say about that

You’re not from around these parts are ya?
(No) I didn’t think so that’s the truth
And with what you’ve got to offer
I don’t think you’ll be much use

Talkin’ to cows and sheep all day
And shootin’ buckshot at tin cans
I bet you can’t even count past ten
Just the sum of your digits on your hands

You walk around like you’ve crapped your pants
Conversation goes over your head
I bet you sleep with chickens in a barn
And use horse manure for your bed

You’re not from around these parts are ya?
(No) I didn’t think so that’s the truth
And with what you’ve got to offer
I don’t think you’ll be much use

There’s not many jobs goin’ round here
For someone who’s so low on skills
But I heard they’re lookin’ for someone
To do the washin’ up, down at the burger grill

You’re not from around these parts are ya?
(No) I didn’t think so that’s the truth
And with what you’ve got to offer
I don’t think you’ll be much use