From the recording Cowboy From Ohio
A Bluegrass infused country song with a tongue in cheek self-awareness of trying too hard.
Lyrics
Cowboy From Ohio
T. Eric Johnson
Not a California Redneck or an Idaho Wise Man
My Arms are dark my body aint tan
I go out a huntin’ not just lookin’ for a buck
I Don’t drive a Ford or a Monster Truck
I’m just a Cowboy from Ohio
Not a Rub spittin’, hog kickin, frog giggin, marksman
Tried ta load a loaded musket nearly lost my hand
Didn’t write a western or a shiny sunset ballad
The only ranch I ever built fattened up my salad
just a Cowboy from Ohio
We take a break on the Sciota
We get confused with Iowa
Don’t bother us, not an iota
I’m just a Cowboy from Ohio
I ended up in tears eatin’ some kitten’s Friskies
tried to have a beer followed by some whisky
Tried to make wine, turned it into moonshine
I sing with a slant cause I’m musically inclined
I’m just a Cowboy from Ohio
I don’t have cd’s got more records than Gretzky
If you like green broken things my tractor’s pretty sexy
All of my fireworks are gone before June
Even my radio can’t hold a tune
I’m just a Cowboy from Ohio
We take a break on the Sciota
We get confused with Iowa
Don’t bother us, not an iota
I’m just a Cowboy from Ohio
We take a break on the Sciota
We get confused with Iowa
Don’t bother us, not an iota
I’m just a Cowboy from Ohi---hi---o
