Roots Music Report

Credits:

Lyrics

Chorus: I’m a blues man sittin’ in a swivel chair.

I wanna be a cowboy playin’ at the county fair.

Like that blue grass singin’ on a Tennessee hill.

Ain’t no comp’ny man livin’ gonna break my will.

Verse:   When the clock strikes five, I leave the 25^th floor.

My feet hit the carpet to the street below.

I flash a peace sign at the doorman as I pass him by.

Night’s fallin’ fast as I hop in my ride.

Chorus: I’m a blues man sittin’ in a swivel chair.

I wanna be a cowboy playin’ at the county fair.

Like that blue grass singin’ on a Tennessee hill.

Ain’t no comp’ny man livin’ gonna break my will.

Verse:   I trade my leather wing tips for my snakeskin boots.

My favorite blue jeans replace my Armani suit.

Ain’t no more solid gold cuff links hangin’ off my sleeve.

Just a tattoo on my shoulder says, “I Believe!”

Chorus: I’m a blues man sittin’ in a swivel chair.

I wanna be a cowboy playin’ at the county fair.

Like that blue grass singin’ on a Tennessee hill.

Ain’t no comp’ny man livin’ gonna break my will.

Verse:   When I walk into the club I put a beer in my hand.

slide a stool up to the bar, closest to the band.

Buy a round of drinks for all the lovely ladies in sight.

The band plays that rockin’ southern music all night.

Verse:   And when the morning comes around I start all over again.

My boss looks at his watch, asks me, “Where you been?”

The whole time my toes are tappin’ out the tune in my head,

And I can’t wait ‘til five o’clock rolls ‘round again.

‘cause…

Chorus: I’m a blues man sittin’ in a swivel chair.

I wanna be a cowboy playin’ at the county fair.

Like that blue grass singin’ on a Tennessee hill.

Ain’t no comp’ny man livin’ gonna break my will.

Playin’ music with my friends gonna give me a thrill.

Ain’t no comp’ny man livin’ gonna break my will.