Now Parrotheads, don’t get me wrong. I disrespect you not
I’ve lived in tropic climes before myself
Yes, fashion there is different where it’s humid and it’s hot
Bermuda shorts and t-shirts lined my shelf
But that was then and this is now, just fact, no silly pride
See, nowadays I live a different life
Something, somehow, some way unlocked the cowboy deep inside
I watch the Western sunsets with my wife
The country’s now homogenized. One town looks like the others
It’s hard to tell Big D from New York City
The fellers who wear cowboy hats are now a band of brothers
A shrinking band perhaps, but still quite gritty
Out in the country, up the dirt roads all the way out here
There ain’t no coconut umbrella’d drinks
No flip flops, no Key Largo bars and there ain’t no palm trees near
No smelly fish (but there is some slight cow stink)
A pair of Wranglers and some boots, a finely buckled belt
And I reckon I’m as happy as can be
A pearl snap shirt, and on my head a Stetson 10X felt
No flowered Honolulu shirts for me
No I didn’t move out West to dress like good old Jimmy Buffett
Though I’ve tipped a few to him in bygone days
And if you don’t like how I dress right now, well then… just stuff it
I’m here for good, that’s all I got to say
