Story Behind the Song
Swampgrass fantasy about some guy named George who likes buying things (goats, boats & votes). Inspired by the 2000 Republican primary.
Lyrics
I went over to the county fair just to show my old goat Blue,
where a nice young fella said he'd gimme ten dollars just to take him to a barbecue.
I said oh no I love that goat from his head on to his tail,
Well he said it was tradition, I said I'm goin fishin, my goat is not for sale.
chorus:
Sorry George, I know it makes you sad
Sorry George, I know you're doin it for dad,
Sorry George, I know that you might fail,
Sorry George, my goat (/boat/vote) is not for sale.
I took my boat to the boat ramp, was gonna try to catch a few,
well the same young fella said I like your boat, doncha know I'd do a deal for you.
I said oh no, you won't get my boat, she'll weather any gale,
well he did a little snort, and I headed out of port, my boat is not for sale.
Well now he's runnin for the big poobah, gonna get the rich folk theirs,
but he needs a little help from folks like me just to kick himself upstairs.
and oh yes he does look good, doesn't quiver, doesn't quayle,
and he's got compassion, but I'm old fashioned, so my vote is not for sale.
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