Boy From Old Perlican

Intro: Stranded in Nashville. I’m a Boy from Old Perlican. I went Buskin’ down Broadway I made 4 bucks American. An’ I’m homesick and wishin’ I was still back home fishin’ But all those times are gone. How strange to be in Tennessee singin’ Newfoundland Songs I crossed over the border ‘neath the light from the stars. ‘ had the luck of da Irish I had my daddy’s guitar. It’s Gibson J 45, it’s gonna keep me alive. And comfort me midnight ‘til dawn. Aw how strange to be here in Tennessee Singin’ Newfoundland Songs I know it isn’t Hank Williams, though I can sing him as well. I Sing Jimmy Roger’s Blue Yodel, I sing Lefty………. Frizzell. And I’m a stranger here in Tennessee I’m a boy from around the bay Ah yeah, but I know how to sing boys and I know how to play. ‘Cause my daddy taught me, taught me these words, taught me these chords. And he taught me before he passed on. Ah how strange to be in Tennessee singin’ hard hard times Singin’ kid on the pond. Singin’ Newfoundland songs. If there’s one small consolation here in these desperate times. All those Nashville songwriters are tryin’ to look like Ron Hynes. How strange to be in Tennessee singin’ Newfoundland Songs.