Play that country tuba, cowboy.
Play that country tuba, cowboy.
Play that country tuba, play that country tuba.
Play that country tuba, cowboy.
Well musicians' stories have made the rounds
about traveling bands in red-neck towns
but for tuba players this has got to be a first.
This one starts like they all do
I'd been traveling hard for a day or two
and I stopped into this joint to quench my thirst.
Up walked this big mountain man
said, "What'cha got there? A garbage can?"
and I said, "Excuse me, that's my tuba, if you please."
He said "Great play a country song
so me and my buddies can sing along"
and I told him I only play with symphonies.
He slammed his fist and spit out his beer
and his body language made it very clear
this wasn't going to be just another B-flat day.
That's when he cocked his thirty-odd-six
and boy, I let out with some country licks
I'd never thought I'd hear my tuba play.
Play that country tuba, cowboy.
Play that country tuba, cowboy.
Play that country tuba, play that country tuba.
play that country tuba, cowboy.
Well after a while I ran outta air
and I figured I'd better get out of there
so I grabbed my horn and headed for the door.
Just about then I felt a lasso
wrapped around me and my tuba too
and they yanked me back and 'ey hollered "More man more!"
Play that country tuba, cowboy.
Play that country tuba, cowboy.
Play that country tuba, play that country tuba.
Play that country tuba, cowboy.