Lyrics

Now I don't mind
a real good time
out on the range
if I can keep the change
I don't mind a little rain
I just change my shirt
and oil my chain
I don't remember what I bring
I never see a single thing
I just bring them in and put them up
if the coffee's warm I'll drink a cup

I've been pointing like a road sign
but this sweet face is just a decoy
I'm coming from a long line
and I'm gonna be your grocery boy

I didn't give you time to choose
I just wiped the dirt
right off my shoes
I knew the fruit was getting ripe
when you said
I didn't look the type
and when you said
the price was fair
I felt the bag about to tear
I was only thinking of myself
when I showed you how
to stock a shelf

I been waiting like a harbor mine
well bust my bubble and ships ahoy
I'm coming from a long line
and I'm gonna be your grocery boy

I'm rolling now
right through your gate
it's a dirty job and it's getting late
I'm pedaling up a prairie storm
my basket's full, I toot my horn

hear them whisper on the grapevine
he's no Valentine but the real McCoy
I'm coming from a long line
and I'm gonna be your grocery boy