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*