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The Farmer and The Roofing Salesman

The roofing salesman came a-callin'
One day, deep in the hollow,
"Farmer, I think your roof is fallin'
In." (he hoped to follow

Up with a sale to this here rube
A-sittin' on his porch.
Thought the salesman, "Gee, this boob,
He looks like Larry Storch.")

The Farmer sat and rocked and then
He sat and rocked some more
And left the salesman wondering when
His pitch would wash ashore.

But then the Farmer coughed and spat
And rearranged his chaw
And spoke up in a patois that
Was lifted from Hee Haw.

"Son," he said, "For fifty year
This roof has been a-leakin',
And when the stormin' season's here,
The rafters get to creakin'.

But when it rains, it's way too wet
To haul my bones up there
And fix the thing, no, you could bet
I'd fall, if I should dare.

But then, those days the weather's fine
I have no need for plans
To fix it, for that roof of mine's
As good as any man's.

But thanks for your concern, my friend,
It's troublin', plain to see.
But it will work out in the end,
Now ... git off my property.

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