(Contemporary humorous country song) Verse 1 Wyatt’s fifteen, from Decatur way, Boots on his feet, hayfield on his mind all day, Mama called and said, “I’m freezing in this room,” “Bring my jacket quick, this hospital’s like the moon.” He left the third floor, headed down to the ER, Didn’t know Dallas played by different rules that far, Walked through the doors, trying to do his part, With a country-boy pocketknife hanging by his heart. Pre-Chorus Well, back home nobody bats an eye, If a farm kid’s got a blade by his side, But city folks looked twice and said, “Son, we need a little chat instead.” Chorus Wyatt went to Dallas, Dallas wasn’t ready, For a Decatur farm boy standing calm and steady, He wasn’t causing trouble, wasn’t looking for a fight, Just delivering Mama’s jacket on a chilly Friday night. The cops were nice, but they said, “Hold up, son, We gotta figure out what kind of knife you’ve got on.” Now he’s a hometown legend everybody talks about, ’Cause Wyatt went to Dallas and the country stuck out. Verse 2 Officer said, “Partner, here’s what we’re gonna do, Take it to the truck and we’ll be good as new.” They couldn’t measure the blade, didn’t have the gear, Wyatt thought, “Y’all don’t carry rulers here?” Mama started laughing, nurses cracked a grin, He learned city hospitals ain’t the county feed store then, One minute bringing jackets, being thoughtful and polite, Next minute getting questioned over everyday country life. Chorus Wyatt went to Dallas, Dallas wasn’t ready, For a Decatur farm boy standing calm and steady, He wasn’t causing trouble, wasn’t looking for a fight, Just delivering Mama’s jacket on a chilly Friday night. The cops were nice, but they said, “Hold up, son, We gotta figure out what kind of knife you’ve got on.” Now he’s a hometown legend everybody talks about, ’Cause Wyatt went to Dallas and the country stuck out. Bridge Back in Decatur they’re all laughing at the tale, “Boy, you made the news without ever going to jail!” Grandpa said, “Son, that’s one for the books,” All from carrying what every country boy took. Final Chorus Wyatt went to Dallas, learned a lesson that day, Country roads and city streets don’t always work the same way, Mama got her jacket, everybody turned out fine, And now the story gets bigger every single time. He’s still a good ol’ boy, that’s what it’s all about, Just Wyatt from Decatur with his country hanging out. Outro Now whenever somebody says they’re heading into town, Wyatt grins and says, “Better check your pockets now!”
