Worked hard all summer sweated lots left early came home late
From dawn till dusk plus hours more and rarely ever ate
So when the fall came headed up to the bar atop the hill
'Twas Buck's Saloon where heathens met and drank from 'ol Buck's still
Dusty cowboys, minin' men, outlaws, and ill-reputers
Ain't never seen a coat or tie there cell phones nor computers
Sat down right on a vacant stool, bellied up to ol' Buck's bar
There sat a feller quiet sort lookin' down his mason jar
Told him stories of my work my toils and endless days
How I'd labored hard and earned my keep despite my wage
Held out my hands and showed him callouses, scars, and dirty nails
Showed off my boots worn to the soles felt I had been through hell
And then that cowboy raised his head and turned it fully round
He had no beard but lots of feathers and then he made a sound
With eyes of yellow and mighty large my attention was acute
He said, "Son, please quit talking cause I don't give a hoot!"
