Play that country tuba, cowboy. Play that country tuba, cowboy. Play that country tuba, play that country tuba. Play that country tuba, cowboy. Well musicians' stories have made the rounds About traveling bands in red-neck towns But for tuba players this has got to be a first. This one starts like they all do I'd been traveling hard for a day or two And I stopped into this joint to quench my thirst. Up walked this big mountain man Said, "What'cha got there? A garbage can?" And I said, "Excuse me, that's my tuba, if you please." He said "Great play a country song So me and my buddies can sing along" And I told him I only play with symphonies. He slammed his fist and spit out his beer And his body language made it very clear This wasn't going to be just another B-flat day. That's when he cocked his thirty-odd-six And boy, I let out with some country licks I'd never thought I'd hear my tuba play. Play that country tuba, cowboy. Play that country tuba, cowboy. Play that country tuba, play that country tuba. Play that country tuba, cowboy. Well after a while I ran outta air And I figured I'd better get out of there So I grabbed my horn and headed for the door. Just about then I felt a lasso Wrapped around me and my tuba too And they yanked me back and 'ey hollered "More man more!" Play that country tuba, cowboy. Play that country tuba, cowboy. Play that country tuba, play that country tuba. Play that country tuba, cowboy.