Like Dustbowl Refugees (Sam & Billy) Lyrics

Sam met Billy on her college campus

He said I'm one of those old-fashioned men

I've got a song for you pretty lady

She thought Jesus, here I go again

God damn these boys from the suburban Northeast

Dressing like Dustbowl Refugees

Strumming on their great grandpas' old banjos

Making a silly little mess out of me

He likes to sing about freight train jumping

She's seen him driving in his Honda Accord

He likes to sing about Lord have mercy

Only been to church maybe three times, four

God damn these boys from the suburban Northeast

Dressing like Dustbowl Refugees

Strumming on their great grandpas' old banjos

Making a silly little mess out of me

He likes to sing about trouble, trouble

His only trouble's when his iPhone breaks

He likes to sing about devil women

Omits the fact that they're his Tinder dates

God damn these boys from the suburban Northeast

Dressing like Dustbowl Refugees

Strumming on their great grandpas' old banjos

Making a silly little mess out of me

She knows that he's not the real deal

I guess he sings it like he means it

The music suits his tenor, tenor

But then again, who's the real deal anymore

You can be whoever you wanna be

Just buy the accessories at the store

God damn these boys from the suburban Northeast

Dressing like Dustbowl Refugees

Strumming on their great grandpas' old banjos

Making a silly little mess out of me

And all his songs are like one, one, four, one

One, one, one to the five to the one

Hey, ho

Hey Sam, these boys aren't much worse than me

I did some thinking baby now I see

If you're playing folk music in this century

You're probably culturally appropriating somebody