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Track Listing (choose a title below for lyrics):
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have good fun on the bayou Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. Thibodeaux, Fountaineaux, the place is buzzin' Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Merry-go-rounds and burial grounds Are all the same to me. Horses on post and kids and ghosts Are spirits that we ought to set free. Then city slicker pickers got a lot of Slicker licks than me. But ridin' the range and acting strange Is where I want to be. And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!) Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy Talkin' 'bout a supernatural country rockin' galoot Well skinny dippin' and Lone Star sippin' and steel guitar And are just as good as Hollywood and some boogie-woogie bars. I'm gonna buy me a vest and a head out west My little woman and myself. And when we come to town the people gather around And marvel at the little baby's health. And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!) Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy I said a supernatural country rockin' galoot. Then a big raccoon and a harvest moon Keep rolling through my mind. And a home on the range where the antelope play Is sometimes hard to find. So don't bury me on the lone prairie. I'd rather play there alive. Well, I'm doing my best I keep my farm in the west My little bronco in over-drive. And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!) Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy Talkin' 'bout a supernatural country rockin' galoot. And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!) Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy Talkin' 'bout a supernatural country rockin' galoot
Sat here by this stony brook until the grey day turned to dust When up swam a fish with a children's book thought that I was lost. He was on his way to the salmon hop, that's where they go to breed Saw me sitting on this log and thought I'd like to read. The night was cloudy but the moon he found a hole Said that he felt bad for me cause I had no place to go Why aren't you at the harvest ball with some sweet young gal You just sit like a bump on the log and call that fish your pal. Well, I told him I was an orphan lived here all alone But many people have often tried to catch and take me home They never caught me! Thought that I was a hiding, call this log my home But the fish and the moon and a sweet young gal All want me for their own. The night was cloudy but the moon he found a hole Said that he felt bad for me cause I had no place to go So I met that gal at the harvest ball, she took me to her room While I slept in children's dreams, the fish ran away with the moon. The fish ran away with the moon The fish ran away with the moon. I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you, In worn out shoes, With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants The old soft shoe. He jumped so high, jumped so high Then he'd lightly touch down. I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was down and out. He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out He talked of life, talked of life, he laughed, slapped his leg a step (CHORUS) He said his name "Bojangles" then he danced a lick across the cell He grabbed his pants, a better stance, o he jumped so hi, & he clicked his heels He let go a laugh, let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around (CHORUS) He danced for those at minstrel shows & county fairs, throughout the south He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog and him traveled about. His dog up and died, up and died, after 20 years he still grieves. (CHORUS) He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars cause I drinks a bit He shook his head, and as he shook his head I heard someone ask him please (CHORUS)
His fastball is fading, his sinker is gone They sent him down to the minors 'cause he wore out his arm but his eyes shine brighter than the young kids' it seems so he keeps on playing, holding on to the dream. lord knows that it ain't for the money cause he's broke almost every day and it ain't for the fame or the glory guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play he's been in the saddle since he was a kid the rodeo came but he keeps it well hid and someday he'll have to set his pony free but 'til he does he'll be riding the dream lord knows that it ain't for the money, cause he's broke almost every day, and it ain't for the fame or the glory guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play we ain't getting no younger and that is the truth but these games we keep playin',' they're our fountain of youth. from Boston to Boulder and down to Orleans from highlights to lowlife and everything in between well I guess we could grow up and quit wearing our jeans but we still feel like playing and living the dream lord knows that it ain't for the money, cause we're broke almost every day, and it ain't for the fame or the glory guess we'll do it cause we still love to play guess we'll do it cause we still love to play guess we'll do it cause there's no other way Christopher Robin and I walked along, Under branches lit up by the moon. Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore, As the days disappeared far too soon. Now I wandered much further today than I should , And I can't find my way to the three-acre wood. So help me if you can, I've got to get Back to the house At Pooh Corner by one. You'll be surprised, there's so much to be done, Count all the bees in the hive, Chase all the clouds from the sky, Back to the days of Christopher Robin, And Pooh. Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do, Got a honey jar stuck on his nose. He came to me asking help and advice, And from here no one knows where he goes. So I went in to ask of the Owl, if he's there, How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear. So help me if you can I've got to get, Back to the house At Pooh Corner by one. You'll be surprised there's so much to be done, Count all the bees in the hive, Chase all the clouds from the sky, Back to the days of Christopher Robin, Back to the ways of Christopher Robin, And Pooh. Buy for me the rain, my darling, buy for me the rain; Buy for me the crystal pools that fall upon the plain. And I'll buy for you a rainbow and a million pots of gold. Buy it for me now, babe, before I am too old. Buy for me the sun, my darling, buy for me the sun; Buy for me the light that falls when day has just begun. And I'll buy for you a shadow to protect you from the day. Buy it for me now, babe, before I go away. Buy for me the robin, darling, buy for me the wing; Buy for me a sparrow, almost any flying thing. And I'll buy for you a tree, my love, where a robin's nest may grow. Buy it for me now, babe, the years all hurry so. I cannot buy you happiness, I cannot by you years; I cannot buy you happiness, in place of all the tears. But I can buy for you a gravestone, to lay behind your head. Gravestones cheer the living, dear, they're no use to the dead.
In 1814 we took a little trip, along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans, and we fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans. We fired our guns and the British kept a comin', There wasn't 'bout as many as there was awhile ago. We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Oh we looked down the river and we seen the British come. There must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on a drum. They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring. We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing. Old Hickory said we could take em by surprise, if we didnąt fire our muskets till we looked em in the eyes. We held our fire till we seen their faces well, then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave em a little ... Well .... we... ....fired our guns and the British kept a comin', There wasn't 'bout as many as there was awhile ago. We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles, and they ran through the bushes where a rabbit wouldnąt go. They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch em, on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We fired our cannons till the barrels melted down, then we grabbed an alligator and we fired another round. We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind, and when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind. We fired our guns and the British kept a comin, There wasn't 'bout as many as there was awhile ago. We fired once more and they began to runnin On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the rambles, and they ran through the bushes where a rabbit wouldn't go. They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch em, on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
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