I’m
just an asphalt cowboy
Writing
country songs
But
I aint got no cash (He’s
got no cash)
I’m
just a long hair from Toronto
Who
don’t know where he belongs
Trying
awful hard to write good country songs
Im
just a twanging and a picking
while
my finger pick is sticking
Goodbye
E string (He
Broke His E)
You
will soon see me at the Grand Old Opree
As
I stretch my vocal chords
To
hit that country key
Chorus:
Get
along get along get along little doggie
Get
along get along get along little doggie
Cause
I came from Mississauga
With
a Band-Aid on my nose
I
used to sing the cows to sleep
But
we lost near half the sheep
Cause
I dig C & W (Hee-Haw!)
Nashville
here I come
Soon
as I stick out my thumb
But
I cant get it out of this stupid metal pick.
Im
just a psychedelic slob
And
I still cant find a job
Since
1983 (He’s
unemployed)
Its
so hard to get paid
Working
at my special trade
I
like to sleep all day and then
I
listen to CDs.
Chorus:
Get
along get along get along little doggie
Get
along get along get along little doggie
And
I spend my life in Tie Dyes
With
a peace sign on my thighs
Im
a cave wall artisan
My
medium is coke cans
I
shape them into stalactites (He
likes his cave)
Theres
a time warp pendulum
In
the new millennium
The
cave wall has evolved into a digital website.
I’m
just an asphalt cowboy
Writing
country songs
But
I aint got no cash (He
still is broke)
I’m
just a long hair from Toronto
Who
don’t know where he belongs
Trying
awful hard to write good country songs
