Dean's Little Visitors

[Verse] Dean was just a farmhand, living life real slow, Out in the fields of Tennessee where the corn and cotton grow. One day he felt a tickle, an itch he couldn't fight, Turned out poor ol’ Dean had himself a case of lice. [Verse 2] He tried all kinds of remedies, from mayonnaise to combs, Mama said, "Boy, just shave it off, that's the way to go." But Dean had his pride and his long brown hair, So he kept on scratching, dreaming of cleaner air. [Chorus] Oh, Dean's got lice, and it's on his mind, Itching away like a fiddle in the night. From the chicken coop to the tractor's seat, Dean's little visitors just won't leave. [Verse 3] He went to town for treatment, bought them on a whim, The store clerk laughed and said, "Good luck, you ain't gettin’ rid of them." Dean's patience wore thin but his spirit stayed tall, He'd beat those critters, he swore to 'em all. [Bridge] They say it's the little things that make life tough, But Dean showed us all he was more than enough. With a cowboy hat and a determined grin, He fought those lice like a battle to win. [Chorus] Oh, Dean's got lice, and it's on his mind, Itching away like a fiddle in the night. From the chicken coop to the tractor's seat, Dean's little visitors just won't leave.