(F13)I (CN.C.)was born on a farm out in I o way.

A (Bb6)flam ing (CN.C.)youth, I was bound I would fly a way.

I (F13)packed (CN.C.)my grip and I grabbed my sax o phone.

(F13)Can’t (CN.C.)read notes, but I play an y thing by ear.

I (Bb6)made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear.

When (G7)I’d start to play, (C7)folks used to say, “Sounds a lit tle Goof us to (Bb6)me.” Corn fed chords ap peal to me.

(A6)I like rus tic har mo ny.

(Ab6)Hold a note and change the key.

Hey, but that’s (Cm7)“Goof (F)us.”

(Bb6)Not ac cord ing to the rules (A6)that you learn in mu sic schools, (Ab6)but the folks just dance like fools.

They sure (G7)go for (Cm7)“Goof (F)us.”

Got a job, but I just could n’t keep it long.

The (Bb)lead er said that I played all the mu sic wrong.

So (F)I stepped out with an out fit of my own.

(F6)Got to geth er a new kind of or ches tree and (Bb)we all played just the same “Goof us” har mo ny.

And (G7)I must ad mit (C7)we made a hit.

“Goof us” has been luck y for (Bb6)me.

(G6)Got to geth er a new kind of or ches tree and (C6)we all played just the same “Goof us” har mo ny.

And (A7)I must ad mit (D7)we made a hit.

(G13)“Goof us” has been luck y for (C)me.

(G13)“Goof us” has been luck y for (C)me.

(G13)“Goof us” has been luck y

for me.