Papa’s in the backroom
plucking on a string bass
Used to play the trombone
but he gave it up so
he could keep backbeats
with the fellas up the street
He meets with them once a week
just to give the folks at home a treat

and play that cowboy music
it feels good when you’re working hard
playing that cowboy music
it’s what we do, it’s who we are

Out there in the barnyard
dancing in the food shed
Harvesting is over
Now it’s time to party
I got a pretty little girl
I met her back in grade school
That’s before I dropped out
Who needs school anyhow!

cause we’re playing that cowboy music
it feels good cause we’re working hard
Playing that cowboy music
It’s what we do, it’s who we are

We ain’t got no
technological
AM/FM radios
No record stacks
nor phonographs
just old guitars
and pots and pans

Papa’s in the backroom
he’s still plucking on his string bass
while I play the piano
just trying to keep it so
everybody here is singing
and no one here’s a singer
some of us are shouters
and some of us are screamers (yeee haw!)

playing that cowboy music
it feels good when you’re working hard
playing that cowboy music
it’s what we do, it’s who we are

We ain’t got no
technological
am/fm radios
No record stacks
no phonographs
just old gee-tars
and pots and pans

Everyone knows the words
Everyone sings along
Everyone sees the morning
cause we’ll go all night long
Everyone knows the words
Everyone sings along
not cause it’s a hit
just cause it’s a real good song