[Intro]
D7 G
[Verse]
D7 Bm D7 Bm
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
G Em G Em
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
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I packed my grip and I grabbed my sax - o - phone
[Verse]
D7 Bm D7 Bm
Can't read notes but I play anything by ear
G Em G Em
I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear
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I'd start to play folks used to say sounds a little goofus to me
[Chorus]
G F#
Corn-fed chords appeal to me I like rustic harmony
F E7 A7
Hold the note 'n change the key that's called goofus
G F#
Not accordin' to the rules that you learn at music schools
F E7 A7
But the folks just dance like fools they love goofus
[Verse]
D7 Bm D7 Bm
Got a job but I just couldn't keep it long
G Em G Em G
The leader said I played all the music wrong
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So I stepped out with an outfit of my own
[Verse]
D7 Bm D7 Bm
Got together a new kind of orchestry
G Em G Em
And we all played just the same goofus harmony
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And I must admit we made a hit Goofus has been lucky for me
[Outro]
E7 A7 D7 G
And I must admit we made a hit Goofus has been lucky for me