Goofus

I was born on a farm out in I - o - way A flamin' youth, I was bound I would fly a - way I packed my grip and I grabbed my sax - o - phone. Can't read a note, but I play an y - thing by ear I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear When I'd start to play, folks used to say, "Sounds a lit - tle 'Goof - us' to me." Bridge: Corn - fed chords ap - peal to me -- I like rus - tic har - mo - ny. Hold a note and change the key -- Hey, that's "Goof - us" Not ac - cor - ding to the rules That you learn in mu - sic schools, But the folks just dance like fools -- They sure go for "Goof - us." Got a job, but I just could - n't keep it long The lead - er said that I played all the mu - sic wrong So I stepped out with an out - fit of my own. Got to - geth - er a new kind of or - ches - tree, And we all played just the same "Goof - us" har - mo - ny, And I must ad - mit we made a hit -- "Goof - us" has been luck - y for me Coda: "Goof - us" has been luck - y for me "Goof - us" has been luck - y for me