Blues For Norman - Charlie Parker/Lester Young

Now I'm just a simple guy

But there's one thing sure as shootin'

I hate those folks think the doggone

That burn high fa lutin

I'd be the same in Hollywood

Or right in my own kitchen

I believe in fussin' when you're mad

And scratchin' when you're itchin'

I'm a plain old country boy

A corn-bread lovin' country boy

I raise cain on Saturday

But I go to church on Sunday

I'm a plain old country boy

A corn-bread lovin' country boy

I'll be lookin' over that old grey mule

When the sun comes up on Monday

Where I come from opportunities

They never were too good

We never had much money

But we done the best we could

Ma doctored me from youngin-hood

With Epson salts and Iodine

Made my diapers out of old feed sacks

My 'spenders out of plow lines

I'm a plain old country boy

A corn-bread lovin' country boy

I raise cain on Saturday

And I go to church on Sunday

I'm a plain old country boy

A corn-bread lovin' country boy

I'll be lookin' over that old grey mule

When the sun comes up on Monday

Every time the preacher called

Ma always fixed a chicken

If I'd reach for a drumstick

I was sure to get a lickin'

She always saved two parts for me

But I had to shut my mouth

T'was the gizzard and the North

End of a chicken flyin' South

I'm a plain old country boy

A corn-bread lovin' country boy

I raise cain on Saturday

But I go to church on Sunday

I'm a plain old country boy

A corn-bread lovin' country boy

I'll be lookin' over that old grey mule

When the sun comes up on Monday