Robert Earl Keen - The man behind the drums

^CWe left New York ^GCity, with ^Amnothin' but a ^Fsong, ^Cshe'll be coming' 'round the ^Gmountain when she ^Fcomes. ^CWe wound up in ^GWoodstock, ^Amat an old time ^Fjamboree, ^Ccame to see the ^Gman behind the ^Fdrums.

^CLevon digs the ^Fdoghouse, ^Cplaying in The ^FBand, ^Cwhen he locks in ^Gto that ^Cbackbeat it ain't ^Dhard to under^Fstand. ^CGet your body ^Fmovin', ^Ccelebrate your ^Fsoul, ^CLevon ^Gdigs the ^Cdoghouse, ^Fthat's sho-nuff ^Grock and r^Coll. ^{G F C C G F C C}Son of a plain dirt ^Gfarmer, from s^Amoutheast Arkan^Fsas, ^Che was born in a ^Gbare ramblin' ^Fshoe. ^CUp and down the ^Ghighway, and a^Amll around the ^Fworld, ^Claying down the ^Grhythm and the ^Fblues.

^CWe were hangin' from the ^Grafters, ^Amsinging every ^Fsong, ^Cthat big barn band was ^Ghot as it could ^Fbe. ^CUp there in the ^Gspotlight, the ^Amman behind the ^Fdrums, ^Cwas takin' all the ^Gload off for you and ^Fme.

^CYea, Levon ^Gdigs the ^Cdoghouse, ^Fthat's sho-nuff ^Grock and ^Croll.