Big Dummy at the Warehouse

[Verse]
Down at the warehouse, workin' the floor,
There's a fella named Jimmy, he’s hard to ignore.
His eyes play tag, one east, one west,
When it comes to directions, he ain’t the best.
[Chorus]
Oh, Big Dummy, bless his soul,
Couldn't find water if he fell in a hole.
He don’t know his ass from his face,
But he sure keeps us smilin’ in this dusty place.
[Verse 2]
He loads up a pallet, then trips on the line,
Says, “Guess gravity got me, but I’m feelin’ fine!”
He’s got two left boots and a laugh so loud,
Even the forklifts stop, drawn to the sound.
[Chorus]
Oh, Big Dummy, bless his soul,
Couldn't find water if he fell in a hole.
He don’t know his ass from his face,
But he sure keeps us smilin’ in this dusty place.
[Bridge]
He calls the boss “Chief” and forgets his name,
Every day’s a new chapter in Jimmy’s game.
But the workday feels shorter when he’s around,
Turnin' the grind into a carnival town.
[Chorus]
Oh, Big Dummy, bless his soul,
Couldn't find water if he fell in a hole.
He don’t know his ass from his face,
But he sure keeps us smilin’ in this dusty place.

country, twangy with acoustic guitar and a shuffle rhythm, playful male vocals