Outport to the Big City Flow (Remastered)

Hip Hop, fiddle, accordion, Gospel, Soul, Piano, Organ, Drums, samples, record scratching, electropop, big Bass, kicks, Horns, Choir, Percussion, Electric Guitar

(Chorus)
I’m just an outport boy, leavin’ me cove,
Packed up me duds, to St. Johns I drove,
Fishin’ boots traded for city slick shoes,
Outport to the big time, I’m makin’ the news!

(Verse 1)
I left me little shed by the ol' salt sea,
Where the wharf’s my stage and the gulls do agree.
Said bye to the buys, left me mother teary-eyed,
Now I’m sittin’ in traffic with me eyes gone wide.

Downtown’s a jungle, sure it’s no cod trap,
Had me first lot-tay – what kinda brew’s that?
No jiggin’ pole, just a cell in me hand,
A Newfie on George Street, the talk of the land.

(Pre-Chorus)
Buys laughin’ at me accent, but they don’t know,
I got wit as sharp as a razor to show.
Outport brains in the city’s big fuss,
Still eatin’ me taout-ens still one of us!

(Chorus)
I’m just an outport boy, leavin’ me cove,
Packed up me duds, to St. Johns I drove,
Fishin’ boots traded for city slick shoes,
Outport to the big time, I’m makin’ the news!

(Verse 2)
Got me first job down at the big Costco,
“Where’s the cape-len aisle?” – they don’t even know!
Brought me bologna in my lunch pail tin,
The fellas are laughin’, but I’ll let ’er spin.

My roots run deep like the birch by the shore,
I’m out here now but I’ll never ignore,
The salt in my veins, the jig in my step,
When the fiddle kicks in, I’ll be ready, you bet!

(Bridge)
Friday night, and the jigs are playin’,
George Street hops, and I’m halfway swayin’.
Tried to get a pint, but the line’s too long,
So I found a squeeze box and I sang me song.

(Chorus)
I’m just an outport boy, leavin’ me cove,
Packed up me duds, to St. Johns I drove,
Fishin’ boots traded for city slick shoes,
Outport to the big time, I’m makin’ the news!

(Outro)
Now I’m here in the city, but I still dream,
Of the saltwater spray and the sun’s gold gleam.
Though the streets are wide and the world feels fast,
An outport boy’s heart will always hold fast.

(Spoken)
“Sure, buys, the city’s fine, but ya can’t beat a good mug up with the waves crashin’ at yer feet, eh? Now someone pass me me accordion!”

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(Chorus) I’m just an outport boy, leavin’ me cove, Packed up me duds, to St. Johns I drove, Fishin’ boots traded for city slick shoes, Outport to the big time, I’m makin’ the news! (Verse 1) I left me little shed by the ol' salt sea, Where the wharf’s my stage and the gulls do agree. Said bye to the buys, left me mother teary-eyed, Now I’m sittin’ in traffic with me eyes gone wide. Downtown’s a jungle, sure it’s no cod trap, Had me first lot-tay – what kinda brew’s that? No jiggin’ pole, just a cell in me hand, A Newfie on George Street, the talk of the land. (Pre-Chorus) Buys laughin’ at me accent, but they don’t know, I got wit as sharp as a razor to show. Outport brains in the city’s big fuss, Still eatin’ me taout-ens still one of us! (Chorus) I’m just an outport boy, leavin’ me cove, Packed up me duds, to St. Johns I drove, Fishin’ boots traded for city slick shoes, Outport to the big time, I’m makin’ the news! (Verse 2) Got me first job down at the big Costco, “Where’s the cape-len aisle?” – they don’t even know! Brought me bologna in my lunch pail tin, The fellas are laughin’, but I’ll let ’er spin. My roots run deep like the birch by the shore, I’m out here now but I’ll never ignore, The salt in my veins, the jig in my step, When the fiddle kicks in, I’ll be ready, you bet! (Bridge) Friday night, and the jigs are playin’, George Street hops, and I’m halfway swayin’. Tried to get a pint, but the line’s too long, So I found a squeeze box and I sang me song. (Chorus) I’m just an outport boy, leavin’ me cove, Packed up me duds, to St. Johns I drove, Fishin’ boots traded for city slick shoes, Outport to the big time, I’m makin’ the news! (Outro) Now I’m here in the city, but I still dream, Of the saltwater spray and the sun’s gold gleam. Though the streets are wide and the world feels fast, An outport boy’s heart will always hold fast. (Spoken) “Sure, buys, the city’s fine, but ya can’t beat a good mug up with the waves crashin’ at yer feet, eh? Now someone pass me me accordion!”

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