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
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about traveling bands in red-neck towns
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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
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and I stopped into this joint to quench my thirst.
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Up walked this big mountain man
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said, "What'cha got there? A garbage can?"
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and I said, "Excuse me, that's my tuba, if you please."
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He said "Great play a country song
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so me and my buddies can sing along"
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and I told him I only play with symphonies.
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He slammed his fist and spit out his beer
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and his body language made it very clear
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this wasn't going to be just another B-flat day.
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That's when he cocked his thirty-odd-six
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and boy, I let out with some country licks
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I'd never thought 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.
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play that country tuba, cowboy.
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Well after a while I ran outta air
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and I figured I'd better get out of there
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so I grabbed my horn and headed for the door.
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Just about then I felt a lasso
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wrapped around me and my tuba too
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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.
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Play That Country Tuba, Cowboy
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