City slickers, thinking they’re slick
I may be a country girl, but not a hick
Their glib words, laid upon thick
I need me chest waders, quick!
A bunch of bulls, needing a salt lick
They get a kick, trying to trick
With lies packaged, so slick
Roosters crowing hot air, to a chick
Been there, done that and vamoosed quick!
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