Lyrics to Ry Cooder
Ry Cooder
He's a real straight shooter
Is that Ry Cooder?
So laid back and exact in his attack of the discipline
Like a cat I wonder what bag he's next going to get in
He's a real shapeshifter
Better call him Mister
Uh, Mister Cooder?
English rockers, all their money goes right up their nose
Well Ry just smiles and tries to ignore the difficult yoga pose
He's a real straight spiner
Gold song 49er
He freed Cuba with a Buena Vista
Him and them, and it turned me on to old Kim Sinh
And remember those licks he played on Chicken Skin
Now imagine him laying a part down right here where the song grows thin
Drawing all the listeners who tuned out right back in
He's a real sidekicker
And a mighty good leader
In and out of so many bags
A recent mandolin with bluegrass Ricky Skaggs
He's a real straight shooter
Is that Ry Cooder?
So laid back and exact in his attack of the discipline
Like a cat I wonder what bag he's next going to get in
He's a real shapeshifter
Better call him Mister
Uh, Mister Cooder?
English rockers, all their money goes right up their nose
Well Ry just smiles and tries to ignore the difficult yoga pose
He's a real straight spiner
Gold song 49er
He freed Cuba with a Buena Vista
Him and them, and it turned me on to old Kim Sinh
And remember those licks he played on Chicken Skin
Now imagine him laying a part down right here where the song grows thin
Drawing all the listeners who tuned out right back in
He's a real sidekicker
And a mighty good leader
In and out of so many bags
A recent mandolin with bluegrass Ricky Skaggs
