The Old Grunt Songtext / Lyric

Firmly rooted and quite hellbent

The old grunt packs up the hose

And pokes his nose through the old trunk trap






Hurts from years of concentration

Spent in the umpire's association

Talking 'bout the next sensation

Up and coming



But now he's strumming

A buzzing one stringer

Always quite a singer

Did his wife in the dueling banjos

(Scarred but tougher)