D6    G G
D6    G

D6
I was born on a farm out in Iowa
  G
A flaming youth I was bound I would fly away
  D6                                   G
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxo phone

D6
Can't read notes but I play anything by ear
  G
I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear
E7
When I'd start to play
A7
Folks used to say
 D6                  D13    G
"Sounds a little goo fus to me"

G13
Corn fed chords appeal to me
F#13
I like rustic harmony
F13
Hold a note and change the key
E7                A
Hey, well, that's goofus

G13
Not according to the rules
F#13
That you learn in music schools
F13
But the folks just dance like fools
E7               A
They sure go for goofus

D6
Got a job but I just couldn't keep it long
    G
The leader said that I played all the music wrong
   D6                                 G
So I stepped out with an outfit of my own

D6
Got together a new kind of orchestra
    G                                         F#
And we all played just the same goofus harmon y
F   E7
And I must admit
A7
We made a hit
D               D13       G
Goofus has been lucky for me

|D6       |D6        |G        |G7          |

|D6       |D6        |G        |G7          |

|D        |D         |G        |G7   F#7 F7 |

|E7       |A7        |D7       |G           |
 ooo waaa     waaa        waaa
|G13     |G13      |F#13       |F#13        |

|F13     |F13      |E7         |A           |

|G13     |G13      |F#13       |F#13        |

|F13     |F13      |E7         |A           |


D  D# E6
      Got together a new kind of orchestra
    A                                        G#
And we all played just the same goofus harmo ny
G   F#7
And I  must admit
B7
We made a hit
E7                   E13     A
Goofus has been luck y   for me
E7                   E13     A
Goofus has been luck y   for me
E7                   E13                                 A
Goofus has been luck yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy   for me

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