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Bebop Cowboy

Waltzing through the chaos that life’s left for today,

Dragging along my battered horn in case she wants to play

‘Scuse me, Ms. Bartender, but I’ve got something to say

Ain’t nobody listening to the radio anyway

 

I don’t need a soapbox, no suit or microphone

Just a space to spread the truth wherever I may roam

I speak straight from the bottom of a bottle left at home

The night is not much easier when you take it on alone

 

Hear ye, hear ye, gather round to hear a tale

Of dreaming big, working hard, but destined still to fail

 

Shredding that loopy little melody,

The craziest cat you ever did see

Make you feel so alive, ladies screaming, “Wow boy!”

I jump and I jive, cuz I’m a bebop cowboy

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Written by
anthony-casamassima
38 / M
Published
Aug 21, 2018
Lines·Words
14·132
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"Jazz is dead."

~Anonymous

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#bebop#cowboy#music#musician#gig#wander#speak#truth#crazy#jazz
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