The Bull Salesman Song
Performed by Debbie “Hayride” Harper & The Prairie Songbirds
By Alan Nafzger
Verse 1
You stroll on in, flashin’ that smile,
Talkin’ sweet, like you’re worth my while.
But Mister, I’ve seen your type before,
Comin’ in here, tryin’ to sell me more.
You think you’ve got game, but let me say,
I’ve been dealin’ with bulls every damn day.
Chorus
I’m not buyin’ your bullshit, Mister,
Can’t you see, I’ve got plenty of my own in the corral?
I know your talk, it’s slick, it’s twisted,
But I’ve been ridin’ these bulls long enough now.
I’ve got work to do, I’ve got a farm to run,
You’re wastin’ your breath, and I’m havin’ none.
So take your hat, and take your spin,
‘Cause I’m not buyin’ what you’re sellin’, again.
Verse 2
You think I’m soft, ’cause I wear a smile,
But I’ve been ropin’ in bulls for a long, long while.
I don’t need your deals, I don’t need your charm,
I can handle my herd, I can run this farm.
So you can take that pitch down the road,
There’s no room for games where the crops get sowed.
Chorus
I’m not buyin’ your bullshit, Mister,
Can’t you see, I’ve got plenty of my own in the corral?
I know your talk, it’s slick, it’s twisted,
But I’ve been ridin’ these bulls long enough now.
I’ve got work to do, I’ve got a farm to run,
You’re wastin’ your breath, and I’m havin’ none.
So take your hat, and take your spin,
‘Cause I’m not buyin’ what you’re sellin’, again.
Bridge
You think I don’t know how the game gets played,
But I’ve been pullin’ this plow and fixin’ this blade.
I don’t need a smooth-talker to tell me what’s right,
I can see through your lines, clear as daylight.
Chorus
I’m not buyin’ your bullshit, Mister,
Can’t you see, I’ve got plenty of my own in the corral?
I know your talk, it’s slick, it’s twisted,
But I’ve been ridin’ these bulls long enough now.
I’ve got work to do, I’ve got a farm to run,
You’re wastin’ your breath, and I’m havin’ none.
So take your hat, and take your spin,
‘Cause I’m not buyin’ what you’re sellin’, again.
Outro
So pack it up, take that charm down the line,
I’ve got real work to do, and no time for your kind.
I’m not buyin’ your bullshit, Mister,
You’re just another bull, but I’m the sister who wins.
