Frank at Staten Island Community College 1974
The mandolin is a 1918 Gibson we brought back from Nashville
Brooklyn
Cowboy ©1974 Frank Powers
Recorded at Bowie Md - April 1979, with Gary Kaye on Banjo and woops,
Frank on Guitar and Vocals, Mike Sassano on mandolin, and Tom Pinothous on
Bass.
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Won't you listen to
my story
it's all about a boy who tried to make it big
Singing country in the big city
where the only pig I know where's a stick
It all started 'bout a year ago
fourteen months, maybe more
I was on my way to New Mexico
with a friend who was a cowboy long before.
I'm an Irish Italian, Brooklyn Cowboy,
tho' I never rode a horse, I've rid' the range.
tho' I'll often forget these words,
I'll never forget my Brooklyn'ese ways.
We stopped off in a town in Tennessee
Nashville was the
name if I recall.
It's there that I learned what life's all about
and a pig 'aint a pig he's
a hog.
I'm an Irish Italian, Brooklyn Cowboy,
tho' I never rode a horse, I've rid' the range.
tho' I'll often forget these words,
I'll never forget my Brooklyn'ese ways.
When I got back to the city of big
lights,
I saw my name plastered on the wall.
I've worked hard to get where I am,
to sing these songs in rat infested bars.
Now I 'aint saying I don't like the city,
not any more than I like the
hogs.
There's one thing I've learned from 'em both,
that's sip my bourban and
let it flow along , flow along, flow along.