Singer, Songwriter, Performer

Asphault Cowboy

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

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