I was born on a farm out in IowaA flaming youth who was bound to fly awayI packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophoneCan`t read notes, but I play anything by earI made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hearWhen I`d start to play folks used to say`Sounds a little Goofus to me`Got a job but I just couldn`t keep it longThe leader said that I played all the music wrongSo I stepped out with an outfit of my ownGot together a new kind of orchestraAnd we all played just the same `Goofus` harmonyAnd I must admit we made a hit`Goofus` has been lucky for meHearing all the noises around the farmSeem to kind of guide my ranging on Everything I wrote had a rural charmAnd did we have the ginger & pepperThough they called us a plain little country bandWe wore big hats & the comedy got a handThe booking agent began to wire meThe boys all laughed When the shaw said the band was swellBut he`d book us in a great big york hotelBut nobody laughed when we played the tabGoofus has been lucky for meHorses! Cows! Turkeys! Chickens!Goofus has been lucky for me
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