Interpret:

Neil Young

Album:

Homegrown (Nevydaný)

Once upon a time when I was 4 or 5, 
we went to a chuckwagon show
Where the cowboys played and sang, 
they could play most anything
And they even cooked the beans, or so we're told
Well all that chuckwagon grub and that bass washtub, 
and that harmony singin’ went just fine
But when ol' Slim would cock his head 
and he'd start yodelin' instead
It sounded better than that cowboy dinner chime


Cause they told us all about the grub that we just ate, 
but by then it was much too late
They told us secret recipes I didn't wanna hear, 
as I stared down at my clean plate
They started with a tater, and knocked off all the loose dirt, and then they just boiled the tar out of that
Then they poured some river water 
through last week's coffee grounds
And they buttered the biscuits with the fat
But I almost lost my cookies over yesterday's baked beans, 
my head began to spin and my stomach hurt
That cowboy chef recycled them from somebody’s's leftovers
And re-seasoned them with cow manure and dirt


And I wish they hadn't told us 'bout what we just ate, 
cause by then, it was much too late
But I was only five, and if I wanted to hear them yodel, 
I was told I had to clean my plate


(Short Yodel) 
. . . . I wish I hadn't cleaned my plate
But the damage had been done when the time had finally come, for the cowboys to sing & play & yodel like that
An' I knew this was important cause my Mom had dressed me up, in my chaps and fringe and tiny cowboy hat


But I was young and small, and I couldn’t see at all but suddenly, I’m high above the crowd. . . 


This cowboy help me up real high and said,
Ladies and gentlemen, right here's a full-grown Texan with all the hot air blowed out


Yeah, that was quite a time when I was 4 or 5, we went to a chuckwagon show
Where the cowboys played and sang, they could play most anything
And they even cooked the beans, or so we're told


Well all that chuckwagon grub and that bass washtub, and that harmony singin’ went just fine
But when ol' Slim would cock his head and he'd start yodelin' instead
It sounded better than that cowboy dinner chime


 . . . Yodel