Fancy Folk

I was at this here shindig just the other night was all duded up and was feeling all right When this fancy fella saunters over my way it 'peers to me like he might have something to say Gawking at my boots, rodeo buckle and band I guess he figured it out that I worked the land He tips his wine glass with his pinky sticking out then begins telling me just what ranching's about He'd bought up thousands of acres of this cheap land that used to belong to some worthless Indians If I wanted real money, I'd be pumping oil or dig gold, coal or silver from under the soil He said man it's easy just to get down to it bring in these machines and rip the prairie to Waive a little cash and them congressmen aught to just follow you around like cattle to slaughter I says hold on there, I'm not sure you understand so just let me show you what I think of your plan Us rancher, we have pride in caring for the land and I introduced him to the back of my hand I'm sure they won't ask me to any more soirees none of them snooty people talk to me these days Because as I walked out I toasted them you see with a finger sticking out but not my pinky