Abducted Without My Tractor
I was at the local roadhouse, having fun with some line dancing.
Then this crazy alien dude dropped in, his laser gun was blasting.
I was the only one that got hit, guess I’m the country boy he was after.
As he picked me up and took me away, I thought about my poor old tractor.
*Cowbell solo*
I found myself strapped down, in a creepy outer space lab.
No Gary Allan Dwight Yoakam or Hank III music, dang that made me sad.
The only sound was ambient weirdness, nothing fun to bring some laughter.
I wish I could go back to the party, and then go check on my tractor.
*Guitar solo*
The alien told me he likes my country style, and wants to learn my ways.
I said “You got the right teacher, when I’m done you will get praised.
You’ll be the king of twang in space, maybe become a western movie actor.
Just do me one favor, can we go and fetch my tractor?”
*Banjo solo*