Smalltown Eiderdown

Homegrown in my pick up son Sisters brat and daddy's gun Double diamond barrel of fun Why every day's a hit and run Nowhere near Afghanistan Our parents weren't in Vietnam We don't need you to understand We know we'll all be damned Tuck and Roll Country boy Bounce on down the road like a hobbildehoy Stick around And you'll drown In smalltown eiderdown And the house band plays No free lunch boy No free lunch today The empty handed Just get turned away No free lunch boy No free lunch today Get real dirty Then make a clean getaway This field of dreams Not what it seems Lying fallow at the feet of wind machines By the scruff of your neck By the skin of your teeth Hanging by your fingernails all week You made the rent The rest is spent To hide it from the government Tuck and Roll country boy Bounce on down the road like a hobbildehoy Stick around And you'll drown In smalltown eiderdown And the house band plays Country boy Show me your hands Still digging ditches Still the family man Country boy Show me your hands Are they only fit For building someone else's masterplan Well I used to drive an ice cream van Spreading joy across this land But I was trumped by a simpleton Who smiling handed me a loaded gun Tuck and roll Country boy