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Play that country tuba, cowboy. |
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Play that country tuba, cowboy. |
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Play that country tuba, play that country tuba. |
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Play that country tuba, cowboy. |
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Well musicians' stories have made the rounds about traveling bands in red-neck towns but for tuba players this has got to be a first. |
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This one starts like they all do |
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I'd been traveling hard for a day or two and |
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I stopped into this joint to quench my thirst. |
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Up walked this big mountain man said, "What'cha got there? A garbage can?" and |
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I said, "Excuse me, that's my tuba, if you please." |
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He said "Great play a country song so me and my buddies can sing along" and |
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I told him |
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I only play with symphonies. |
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He slammed his fist and spit out his beer and his body language made it very clear this wasn't going to be just another |
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B-flat day. |
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That's when he cocked his thirty-odd-six and boy, |
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I let out with some country licks |
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I'd never thought |
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I'd hear my tuba play. |
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Play that country tuba, cowboy. |
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Play that country tuba, cowboy. |
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Play that country tuba, play that country tuba. play that country tuba, cowboy. |
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Well after a while |
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I ran outta air and |
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I figured |
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I'd better get out of there so |
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I grabbed my horn and headed for the door. |
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Just about then |
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I felt a lasso wrapped around me and my tuba too and they yanked me back and 'ey hollered "More man more!" |
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Play that country tuba, cowboy. |
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Play that country tuba, cowboy. |
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Play that country tuba, play that country tuba. |
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Play that country tuba, cowboy. |
