(Lyrics and music by Chris Huntington)
He wears a big straw hat
goin' to take his buddy fishin'
He's gonna give a call to Leroy
They've got all day to mess around
He wants to find himself a catch
So they sit up on a park bench
Watching the girls walk on bye, sayin' my, my oh my
He's tryin' to make a good impression dressed in a late sixties throw-back fashion
He may be different but he'd never harm her. He's just a jive time farmer
You see him walking down the street
With people avoiding confrontation
He's just a new boy in an old man's clothes
He needs to find himself a drink
Start a whole new conversation
But he doesn't need you or anyone else. He's simply fine there talking with himself
He's tryin' to make the right impression dressed like a cowboy in a "B" rate western
Dangerous if he was any smarter. He's just a jive time farmer.
He's tryin' to make a good impression dressed in a late sixties throw back fashion
He may be different but he would never harm her. He's just a jive time farmer
You see him walking down the street
With people avoiding confrontation
He's just a new boy in an old man's clothes
He needs to find himself a drink (Guiness!)
Start a whole new conversation
But he doesn't need you or anyone else. He's simply fine there talking with himself
He's tryin' to make the right impression dressed like a cowboy in a "B" rate western
Dangerous if he was any smarter. He's just a jive time farmer.