Where Parochialism Is Rife

I've never had a criminal conviction and I uphold the law And on what sort of person you think I am your own conclusion draw You may not even like me and that too suits me fine For that is your business and your business is not mine To have lived here all of your life is your claim to renown And you are well known and respected in the quiet old country town Where you were born and raised you will live out your life In a place where Parochialism is and has always been rife And none more parochial than you 'twould appear You do not toast outsiders in whiskey and beer From you I won't try for to lure your woman away And the respect you are due to you I'll gladly pay And if you do not trust me that too is okay Since you have not grown wiser you've only grown gray